True Cost

Saw this little gem last night on Netflix.   Though I had known what disgusting conditions my need for more, had third world countries; I obviously did not understand the depth of my gluttony.

The world now consumes about 80 billion new pieces of clothing every year. This is 400% more than the amount we consumed just two decades ago. As new clothing comes into our lives, we also discard it at a shocking pace. The average American now generates 82 pounds of textile waste each year. That adds up to more than 11 million tons of textile waste from the U.S. alone. Historically, clothing has been something we have held onto for a long time, but with cheap clothing now abundantly available we are beginning to see the things we wear as disposable.

Livia Firth/eco-age


the Wonder of the Bra

English: Label from a 1950s Wonder-Bra. This b...
English: Label from a 1950s Wonder-Bra. This brassiere was manufactured by D’Amour in the US. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An interested reader writes:

In recent times, bras perform the duties of all a fashion even a attribute adornment. They even can relief female always wear very own fashion to accentuate their health considerably better, maybe act as invisible allows to use within t-shirts also vest golf tees. Ever before breast support you adore, remember you will an ideal install to ones proportions and you’ll be certain beautiful relationships as part of your cutting edge undergarment, anything that mode or maybe a means creation they can fit for!

the blonde hair writes:

At times it’s easier to simply take a step again and also understand that not everybody shares your own values

There must be something I can do with that! Well, this is how the story goes. Most women hate bras…I don’t care if they are fem, butch, high quality, low maintenance and/or in the middle of a sex change. Bra’s suck!
The true Bra…the one that snaps, pops, crackles and hoisters up them bad girls, typically lacy and cotton, really, really, really suck!
The knock off bras for women such as myself; shoulders like a linebacker, ape arms and long mid section…typically athletic looking but are generally referred to as, androgynistic, well, those bras are for sport.

Hanged Brassieres on Main Street, Winnipeg
Hanged Brassieres on Main Street, Winnipeg (Photo credit: AJ Batac)

And, let me tell you, there is not sport about them. They are convincingly comfortable and buyer beware fabricated with WILL NOT SHRINK in the wash.
Bullshit, so now, those little bad girls are torn all asunder one up and one down and/or you look like you have a Uni-Boob.
When it is hot as the hair’s on a earth friendly, tree huggin’, pacifist who doesn’t believe in bathing, bra’s are a women worse enemy!
So, in response to the Blonde Hair reader. You are absolutely one hundred percent right…everyone is entitled to my opinion whether they share it with someone else or not and take a step back Sista and look at yourself. Dyed Blond, Uni-Boob, over done tan in the can, middle aged woman who probably still buys WonderBra‘s!

You Can’t Make This Shit UP!

English: Strawberry-flavored Pop Rocks candy.
English: Strawberry-flavored Pop Rocks candy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, while I was at work, my sister stole my iPad and tested to see if it can survive a thirty foot drop, just so she can be a youtube sensation. My apple ipad is now broken and she has 83 views. I know this is entirely off topic but I had to share it with someone!

English: A worn, black leather belt with buckle.
English: A worn, black leather belt with buckle. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thirty some odd years ago…my sister who had been given the key to the village of weirdness that stemmed from my younger frame…of course, only when domineering catholic parents were out at play.
Well, my sister who felt it best to rule with an iron fist than to candy coat with Pop Rocks had decided that disciplining my unruly drunken 10 year old behavior with a good spanking of said, leather belt bought but not used to holding up pants, would be the only way to right the wrong. With all the grace that we later discovered she did not have the words of parental control sprang from her lips like the tiny third world wanna be leader she was.

"Sisters are doin' it for themselves
Sisters are doin’ it for themselves

‘This is gonna hurt me more than it’s gonna hurt you but it has to be done…Drop ’em!’

With one swoop of athleticism found only by blind persons playing dodge ball, the big brass buckle fell upon my head not my ass and it was of metal not of leather.
Bleeding from head to toe…lesson learned? Never leave a fool at heart in charge of the card game you will loose every time.

“Sisters are doin’ it for themselves”

Now there was a time when they used to  say-

That behind every great  man there had to be a great woman

Now in these times of  change, you know that it’s no longer true

So we’re comin’ out of the kitchen’Cause there’s somethin’  we forgot to say to you
We said,  “Sisters are doin’ it for themselves”

Standin’  on their own two feet and ringin’ on  their own bells

We said, “Sisters  are doin’ it for themselves”
Now this is a song to celebrate the  conscious liberation of the female state.  Mothers,  daughters and their daughters too, oh yeah, woman  to woman, we’re singin’ with you
The  inferior sex has got a new exterior we got doctors, lawyers, politicians too

Everybody, take a look around can  you see, can you see? Can you see  there’s a woman right next to you?
We  said, “Sisters are doin’ it for themselves,”

oh yes we are standin’ on their own two feet and  ringin’ on their own bells,  Sisters  are doin’ it for themselves
Now  we ain’t makin’ stories and we ain’t layin’ plans.

Don’t you know that a man still loves a woman when a woman still loves a man?Just  a same though
Sisters are doin’  it for themselves.