By ANNE R. KEY
If you refuse to join the green movement, then stick with me—the Old Southerner, who casts a wary eye at all this so-called sustainability stuff. I’m a straight talker, and I love writing about what pisses me off, especially when it comes to self-righteous do-gooders.
Now that the holidays are over, those of us who live in the monopolized, corporate-controlled outreaches of America can safely resume our regular shopping visits to the neighborhood big-box store.
Thankfully, the voices of anti-chain activists who rant about “buying local” seem to be fading as fast as my New Year’s resolutions. All those rich snoots have finally settled back into their little bubble-towns with their fancy boutiques and independent shops where a head of “artisan lettuce” runs about $5. I kid you not.
Hey, I’m not fond of farm subsidies either. I realize it takes precious time and money to grow and produce food. But I’m sick of this holier-than-thou attitude about my consumer habits. Some of us don’t have a choice when it comes to shopping. Hello, McFly? Not everyone lives in your little bubble world, and most people don’t earn the six figures you get from running your daddy’s hoity-toit day spa.
The only place within 30 miles of my home happens to be Walmart. I hate Walmart, okay? I know all about their abuses and how most of the crap they carry is imported from Communist China, manufactured in dormitory-style factories where “employees” live like prisoners.
But, look, I shop strategically. I’m not a villain or a communist or unpatriotic. What I’m saying is, yes, it is possible to have an ethics of consumption while shopping at a big-box store.
So if you ever need the advice, if you just might happen to be in my shoes one day—low-income rural Kentuckian with a family to clothe and feed—click here to check out my tips for shopping at a big-box store.