In a world so dominated by capitalist extraction we are endlessly confronted by spectrums of abuse. Someone pays for everything, the only real question is wether or not it’s you. 

The place in my life where this question is most present and pressing is with the food we eat. Abby really cares about sourcing a great deal. She’s put in a ton of work to make sure the meat and vegetables and grains and treats, to a lesser extent, are not only good for us, but good for the environment and our community. With food those things often go hand in hand. If food is grown with love nearby, it is almost certainly nutritious and good for you. There’s more to it than all that, of course, but that cuts to the heart of it, I think. 

Food is an obvious version of this question, it gets a little bit prickly with something like clothes. 

While I believe that synthetic fibers are not good for human beings, especially not little ones, I’m old enough for it to not matter much. The main issue is that polyester and nylon screw with your fertility, I’ve already got a kid so I can screw with my fertility as much as I want (that’s a joke.)

I am uncomfortable buying Tyson chicken because I have vivid knowledge of how those birds have spent their short, miserable lives, and because I understand the danger they pose with the hormones and chemicals that distort their bodies, which would become part of mine. 

I am uncomfortable buying a $5 walmart t-shirt for very similar reasons. 

The overwhelming majority of the chicken I eat is chicken I raised myself, with Abby. It is a lot harder to do that with clothes,  I don’t really feel like learning to sew at that level, though maybe I ought to. 

If a $5 Walmart t-shirt is equal to Tyson chicken,

and a home-made t-shirt is a home-grown chicken,

what’s a 45 RPM t-shirt?

A very fancy bit of roast some place, I suppose? The metaphor breaks down a bit, at this point.
alette that I can’t be bothered?