a different outlook or outfit

So I'm sitting in the mount shasta mall, waiting while my friend bekah is trying on summer dresses. [I'm on my brand new Blackberry by the way] But that's not why I'm writing. I was walking around this store and I can't believe how cheap everything is.

But these good deals don't scream, “BUY ME!” They yell, “I was made buy a women in India who makes 20 cents an hour” and I lose all interest.

Maybe this is why most Americans refuse to realize or care where their consumer items come from, because then they would have to feel guilty.

I think we need to care where things come from, and maybe dish out a little more cash. I believe it's worth it. Do you?