Category: consumerism (Page 2 of 4)

Get thee to thine Farmers Market. (It’s for the Children.)

When we moved here nearly 3 years ago, the first thing we did on the first morning in our new town was visit the Farmers Market. I fell instantly in love. Great veggies (we moved in late July, so the everyone had a great spread), the Leaf & Vine had a “Champagne Brunch” which I instantly imagined our life in 10 years and JJ and I actually getting to go, childless. I came to a tent with the Stone’s Throw Market banner and they had Snowville Creamery milk, a farm from the greater Athens-ish area. Swoon. By winter we joined the co-op and came to depend on their organic dry goods, fresh butter, grass-fed meats and free range eggs.

Today I made a quick trip to pick up my 700 pizza crusts I ordered from Mosquito Creek Farm and was saddened not to see that same white tent filled with jams, granola, milk and eggs. The co-op dissolved this past May because the membership didn’t put forth the energy required to move into a new store and grow. While member numbers were high, shopping numbers were low. We were a group of people who believed in local economy and farmers market foods, we just weren’t a group who used our money to show it on a regular basis.

When we don’t buy directly from a farmer, we likely instead purchase from the same group of products. For instance (note this source is from June, 2009. This has likely grown):

This chart is specific to if you tend to enjoy organic “health” foods. If you’re a mainstream shopper, there are a few more.

Source

Even when you buy organic, it seems that our dollars go to support the same major players of our food supply. Even worse, many of the food we see on the lists above get their raw ingredients from sources that utilize one major player of our food system – crops grown from seed via Monsanto. (So, while Monsanto doesn’t “own” these companies, there is a significant interest in the food economy).

Why do we care? Well, some don’t, and that’s fine. But it seems that this major distributor of goods that goes into nearly all of our food doesn’t want to tell us exactly what’s happening at the seed-level. In order to keep things covered, the company is willing to sue the state of Vermont because it’s about to impose a labeling law to give consumers full disclosure about not only what is in their food, but what has been done to their food before it was put in the package.

Apparently Monsanto has more money than the State of Vermont as it seems to be going this battle alone. Previously, Monsanto won a battle over labeling in California in 2012. That time it partnered with some of the above companies for campaign funds – “The “Vote No” campaign’s biggest supporter was Monsanto, who threw more than $8 million themselves into efforts to defeat the measure. Dupont, Pepsico, Bayer, Dow and Syngenta were also big funders of the opposition, each contributing at least $2 million apiece.” (Source)

The amount the grassroots believers had to to use to get the word out? A total of $8 million, against the $45 mil the big companies put forth.

All of this to say, there is a lot of money in food. A lot. I know in our budget we give more to groceries than our mortgage (though, admittedly, we have a below-average amount owed on our home).  But when we decide to spend our money at the grocery rather than the independent baker, farmer or butcher we are giving money to the same people over and over and over. If I believed in their general goodwill and concern for the health of my children and yours, this would not be a problem. However, I tend to believe that the topic of conversation in the boardrooms and laboratories always goes to the bottom line with out much question of “is this proven safe?”

I’m currently buying goat milk for Sir M from a family farm. We facebook each week about when I’ll be picking it up. They give me fresh baked bread and a free dozen eggs, collected that morning, when they have some around. But more than that, when I started giving it to the baby they would message me to ask how the little guy was doing, if he was adjusting well and offered some tips. There is an intrinsic, unprice-able benefit to knowing the person who is feeding and raising your goats.

Buying food directly from growers – specifically ones committed to non-GMO farming practices – is my best attempt to rectify a broken food system. There is too much money and power at play for me to believe that I can simply believe that my interests are being considered.

If you want to hear this from the voice of an analyst, then perhaps consider this:

 

Shave me the effort

My sister once told me if she could choose any time and place to visit, it would be my Grandma Mary’s farm growing up. She had some great stories. Like when she rode home with her older sister, Glenna, after play practice and Glenna was “sweet on” the boy driving (note: I believe they were in a horse and buggy) and that boy put his arm around Glenna. Incredulous, as soon as they got home, Grandma Mary told her dad. When she went upstairs to dress for bed, Glenna came in her room to tell her, “don’t you dare tell dad that boy put his arm around me!” And apparently Grandma Mary just nodded and ducked under the covers.

Who wouldn’t want to see that play out? Or at least ride in a horse and buggy and watch the play. Or see Glenna’s face when the boy made his move.

Sports fans probably choose to experience events like watching Jackie Robinson get his first hit in the MLB. History buffs might return to some defining moment of a great war. (I’d love to hear in the comments what moment you would choose).

I would go back to the very first person who decided to take a razor to her legs. I would bust into her bathroom before that Schick got too close and beg for a second thought. This decision has the power to change the image of beauty and it will require a lot of time spent in the shower, I would say.

Why do we think we're better off shaving?

Thanks Betsssy for capturing this moment originally as not many put pictures of shaving legs up for a CC license.

At some point in our collective history women had hair on their legs. They accepted it as part of the curse and blessing of being a homo sapiens, along with walking upright and opposable thumbs. And then some woman, probably not in her most glorious of moments, thought, “if we take the hair off these legs, they’ll be smooth.” Why did she consider this as an option? What led her to this silky smooth discovery? What, exactly, was the problem hairiness, like all the other mammals?

Little did she know what would happen just two days (or, as is the case for some of us, 2 hours) later. STUBBLE. Oh, you can always let it grow back. <- LIE. The itching. She didn’t account for the itching.

Not to mention the nicks and cuts involved. I remember the day of my junior prom laying on the floor with my foot elevated on the couch because I had gashed my ankle to the point of gushing. I have yet to shave around the area where the foot bone connects to the shin bone without drawing blood. One would think that after 15 years of practice that I would improve my technique.

It gets worse. Years later, this misdemeanor evolves into “the brazilian.”. (WHAT THE?! Seriously people, what kind of person under the guise of genius inflicts such pain on other people? I’ve not undergone such a procedure but I can’t even write about the idea without wincing).

A quick googling will give you all kinds of interesting reading on the great shave, but does not provide me a date and place to stop this atrocity  when a time-traveling Delorian arrives at my door.  Until the interwebs produce more accurate research, I will stand with this gal in blaming the fashion industry. First, they sell us new and more revealing dresses, then they sell us a pink razor to make the look more appealing.

While we’re on the topic, then, I would like to call on the carpet the pointless act of making ourselves more tan and painting the nails of our extremities.  Now a few niche markets make bazillions by  inducing upon me time-sucking and sometimes painful tasks.

Sometimes, it really is a lot of work to be so beautiful, isn’t it?

does this justification come in a size Large?

One of my most vivid memories of my trip to India includes our trip to the Temple on the day the public went, their version of Sunday if you will. It was a very popular temple (for the life of me I don’t know which god we were there to observe), thus it was a crowded affair. The temple was high atop a mountain, the entire journey an upward progression. 

While you were making your way to the inner courts, it was nothing short of a county fair on the path. Booth after booth lined the way, offering garlands and bouquets of flowers or other trinkets you could purchase and then offer as sacrifice when you took your turn inside. I must add, those selling the offerings brought to mind the county fair feel, just as much as the midway setup. 
I understand the roots and how this came about; if traveling from a far, your homegrown offering flowers might get a bit wilty. Or the trinket could break in the rickshaw while en route. So someone thought, I could make these things available at the temple gate, and perhaps even make a buck for the convenience. 
India in 2005 wasn’t much different from Jerusalem in 00. When heading to the Passover Feast, if coming from afar, you’d find a level of difficulty in bringing several goats, sheep, ox and doves. So the locals played to the expedience factor and offered Sacrifices on the Go. And perhaps made a buck for the convenience. 
But Jesus seemed to take issue with the whole process and showed up with whips, driving out the product and spilling the profits. “Stop turning my Father’s house into a shopping mall!” Peterson’s translation says. 
I’m sure commentaries take this in numerous directions, and honestly I haven’t read one of them yet. I lack credentials to offer commentary, only speculation. I wonder what Jesus was so upset about?.. several thoughts come to mind::
1. Did convenience make it possible for people to miss the point regarding sacrifice? So few of the worshippers went out to their own flock and chose their best to offer to God. Instead they just made a quick purchase in the courtyard. I wonder if it’s like the old cash vs. credit card argument – that when you see it leave the wallet, it gets to the heart a bit deeper. But modern conveniences allow sacrifice to simply be a purchase, another bill to pay in order to keep the lights on and the Big Guy happy. 
2. Was it the profiteering? The fact that people, probably Jewish themselves, made their living by shortchanging others’ experience? Even though it was perhaps initiated with good heart and reason. But prospect of profit likely changes the game for everyone involved. 
3. Was it that the focus on stuff took away from the purpose of the gathering? Now it came about having the right stuff as opposed to presenting yourself to your God. Did this sense of cattle-buying play out in how the least-of-these worshipped? Did they simply resist showing up for the festival when they couldn’t buy the right kind of sacrifice? Did the extravagance of some stand in the way of the heart desire of others? 
 
There was more, especially in Jesus’ summary statement about tearing down the temple… pair that with Paul’s comment that we are Temples of the holy spirit… and we have a new sense about sacrifice. But 2 of the 3 children are awake and I need to get them out the door. So I’ll just have to put this on pause for a moment. But before I go: Lenten admission. I bought a t-shirt yesterday. It’s not for me or even my purposes – Husband needed it as a gift for his guest speaker. But I was out and about and it saved a trip (and he’s still hobbling significantly). He offered to get his credit card in order to make the purchase, but I wasn’t sure how that really changed things and didn’t want to be accused of using a stolen card. I don’t feel a lot of guilt in the purchase, but it does go to show difficult to live commerce-free. 
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