A quick reminder to inventory your clothes for The First Annual Where are YOU Wearing Contest of Destiny.
After another Christmas last night my inventory stands as follows:
Kelsey’s Christmas Inventory –
Columbia Sweatshirt – Made in Sri Lanka
Sweater – Made in China
TAPS t-shirt – Made in El Salvador
Fancy boy shirt – Made in India
GAP dress pants – Made in Bahrain (Score. Don’t think I’ve seen anything made from there before)
GAP author-ware cords – Made in Lesotho…
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I wrote this piece last year and read it for Annie before I gave her the gift I bought. It’s about the lengths we’ll go to buy a gift for loved ones. It’s about not being a perv. It’s about shopping for the most comfortable and non-sexy bra and panties in the World at Victoria’s Secret.
Merry Christmas,
Kelsey
VICTORIA’S SECRET
by Kelsey Timmerman
For most of my life I’ve pretended that Victoria didn’t exist and that her secret meant nothing to me.
Countless times I passed her store, without so much as a look. Even if I wasn’t shopping with my mom or my girlfriend Annie, I vowed not to scan her windows. Why? Because, I wasn’t a perve.
It’s surprising how developed ones peripheral vision can become. …
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Kiva.org is praised in Bill Clinton’s latest book Giving. Basically, it’s person-to-person microlending.
In their own words:
Kiva lets you connect with and loan money to unique small businesses in the developing world. By choosing a business on Kiva.org, you can “sponsor a business” and help the world’s working poor make great strides towards economic independence. Throughout the course of the loan (usually 6-12 months), you can receive email journal updates from the business you’ve sponsored. As loans are repaid, you get your loan money back.
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– Jeffrey Sachs.
Here are some arguments for sweatshops and the upward mobility they provide the sweat laborer.
To me this is semantically offensive (if it is actually possible for something to be semantically offensive). While there is no agreed upon the definition of what a sweatshop is, most define them as factories, usually garment factories, in which the employees are poorly paid and treated inhumanely.
Maybe it’s just me, but I think humans should not be okay with other humans not being treated humanely.
To say we need more sweatshops might as well be saying, “the world would be a better place if we treated more people inhumanely and pay them crappy.” I see the logic in Sachs thought surrounding this quote in his book The End of…
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Last night I received my first gift of clothing – a Columbia sweatshirt made in Sri Lanka. (Thanks, Randy and Sheila.) I’ve added it to the “The First Annual Where Are YOU Wearing Christmas Inventory Contest of Destiny” post.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make it to my mom’s family’s Christmas in Illinois this past weekend. We got about 8 inches of snow that came along with 40 mph winds. Mom’s family has a tradition of gifts that require explanations and/or are accompanied by belly-aching “please-stop-or-I-might-pass-out” laughter, and the occasional inappropriate comment that puts the X in X-mas. We have a blast. And it’s just not the same giving or receiving gifts when were not all crammed in my Grandma’s basement trying to crack…
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The World Food Program donates 20 grains of rice for each vocabulary question that you get correct while playing its game Free Rice. The ads at the bottom of the screen generate revenue to pay for the rice, you learn big words, and somebody somewhere gets a meal. Everybody wins!
Go play FREE RICE…
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They are windows to our souls. They say who we are and what we believe; who we support and who we despise. A good one will make us laugh or, heaven forbid, think just a little. Maybe. A bad one will make us roll our eyes, draw our ridicule.
More than any other item of clothing we own, our T-shirts deliver our message to the world.
“Shit Happens.” The red shirt with large block yellow lettering, worn by a man applying to join my father’s construction crew, provided me with my earliest lesson of the power of the T-shirt. I was playing in the yard with my brother when the man stepped out of his car and walked towards the house/office.
By this time in my life…
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