The Lucky Dime Caper at the BMV

I heard you hit the floor in the BMV. The sound you made turned everyone’s head. The woman who dropped you gave you a glance over her shoulder as she walked away. Apparently you weren’t worth her time.

I won’t lie; I pitied you.

You’re smaller than a penny, but worth more. Yet no one collects you.

You don’t buy squat – not balls of gum or ones that bounce or even a sticker.

You used to have stores named after you, but now it takes ten others like you to be worth a store’s name. Heck, it takes five of you to be worthy of a rapper’s name.

So, there you were, wobbling to a stop.

I picked you up, but you…

The Indy Star lists WAIW? as “a great gift for that jetsetter on your list.”

Travel Editor Zach Dunkin writes:

Roam with Muncie author Kelsey Timmerman and learn about the people in Honduras, Bangladesh, Cambodia and China who made his clothes and probably some of yours. Among other adventures, he posed as an underwear buyer in Bangladesh to see the child labor industry in action, as part of his search to understand the real issues and the human costs of globalization.

To read his other recommendations, read the whole article….

Could that ugly Christmas sweater made in Bangladesh that your grandma is going to give you be advancing women’s rights?

This weekend over at the CANOW (California National Organization for Women) blog, I explored the subject of whether or not the garment industry empowers women in developing nations.

Go read it and leave a comment, so I don’t look like a big loser….