How can we possibly purchase a designer outfit, when there are humans without enough food? How can I buy a gorgeous persian carpet that may have been made with child labour? … or for that matter how can I buy LuLu lemon which also may have been made by children?
I have a radical streak that talks to me periodically, and this weekend I heard the voice again. I wonder if I should adopt a lifestyle of extreme simplicity. Give all I have to the poor etc. How can I sleep on my comfortable, queen-sized bed when there’s a man across the street from me on the sidewalk, sleeping against an air vent for warmth?
But. and I don’t think this is an illegitimate “but”. There is such a thing as quality, and surely that has inherent merit as well. I’ve worn designer clothes, and while it may not always be the case, the ones I’ve worn have lasted longer, looked better, and given me a lot more pleasure than the knock-offs. I’ve driven ‘flashy cars’ and while I currently opt to use public transit as my way of contributing to the environment, I reserve the hope that someday BMW will be eco-friendly enough that I can buy a gorgeous piece of auto machinery.
So far now, I’m sticking with my middle-class lifestyle, but reaffirming my intention to buy quality that contributes to a home of beauty, and absolutely not buy the crap that clutters.