Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Sweatshop exploitation is modern globalised capitalism stripped bare: Part 1
I went to go find my birthday present with my mum today. Quite an interesting trip.I really wanted these red sneakers... (the ones on the left)
and i knew they sold them at Hunter Gatherer in Brunswick St, Fitzroy so we drive down there and yeah. On the way there (from the car park to the shop) i get stopped by this woman and she asks me if she could have my autograph. No, being the international super star celebrity that I am, i had to refuse, otherwise there may have been some kind of rampage towards me by the other citizens of Fitzroy.
Although, she may have asked because she was being ghey and I was wearing a T-shirt that said "Je suis un Rock Star" (i'm a rock star for those non-francophones) but hey, you never know, she may have recognised me from my guest appearances on "the house of bulger" or as my job as "media manager" of internationally renowned rockers, Black Tennis Dress.
Yes... so anyway, after that i felt all special. all warm and fuzzy.
So we get to the shop, and they didn't have my size. They had 5's and 7's... BUT NO 6's!!!! AHHH!!! but that didnt matter, because Friends of the Earth stock them. They are in Smith St which is like 5 mins from where we were. so we get there, and we ask the dude if he stocked them, and he nods and points to a stack of boxes on the ground. So i move over there and the dude at the counter says, "the colours on the box are the same colours as the shoes." this man was an absolute genious!!! he was ultimate hippie. Hot though. :p
Yeah, so they had size 6, and they fitted. but the dude didnt take credit cards. so we had to walk ages to find a bank. we found it we came back (just! we almost got whacked by this bunch of people brawling on the street. there was about 5 drunk aborigines on this absolutely 230% pissed white man. stupid man, he was spiting on them, he could hardly stand), and then the guy in the shop didn't