Last minute musings

Now that January 1st looms bright and full of promise, I am, dear reader, giving up the boycott.

I am doing this for many reasons, not the least of which is because with all my efforts and attempts, I still failed to live the whole year without buying anything made in China. I failed several times in fact, as did Luke. If we failed at this together, does that have the potential to make our relationship stronger? Just a random thought on my mind.

My initial reasons for this boycott were not born out of a hatred for China, or Chinese people or products, in fact, this boycott has very little to do with China and nearly everything to do with working for a company that outsourced most of it's jobs to China and a desire to raise my own awareness of just how much stuff I consume from this country. Perhaps if my company had outsourced jobs to Malaysia, I would be boycotting them for a year instead...which would have been much easier to do in many ways.

I hate the flippant attitude I found myself using when I had the drug addicted need to BUY SOMETHING NOW!!! and the only things I could find were made in China. In moments like these, when I found something made outside of the USA, but not in China, I would inwardly, sometimes even vocally shriek, "It's ok to exploit that country!" What a terrible way to think about anything!

This may be an abrupt ending, but dinner is ready and the festivities are about to begin. My boycott will soon be over, and for those of you who are wondering what my first legitimate "Made in China" purchase will be, I have no idea. For months it was going to be a new Silver Bullet...I even dreamed about the day that would happen, but I got one for Christmas, so now I don't know.

Perhaps that will be my next entry.

Happy New Year!

Light at the end of the tunnel

Wow! It's finally here in all it's splendor, the holiday I usually loath...

This New Year's Eve has a special significance to it, not because we have any plans (we're staying at home for a quite celebration) or because we paid off the car or won the lottery or anything nearly that interesting...it is significant because it is the last mandatory day of this boycott.

Despite my complaints and railings against consumerism and product origin, this is a bittersweet event. It is bittersweet because it has been with me for so long it has taken on and identity of it's own. Most people who know me are aware of the boycott, although no one else, save Luke, have joined it. Most people seem to think I am either insane or wasting my time. It has made shopping far more of a burden and far less enjoyable, although I am not sure that I actually saved money as a result. It has kept me up at nights and been a recurring source of arguments between Luke and I and between my mom and I and it has made me painfully aware of how much I consume, from food to useless stuff. I am fearful that I will slip back into a pretty oblivion within a few months of being able to buy whatever I want.

I don't think I've ever boycotted something as long as I did this (although 2008's boycott appears to be the pending landfill expansion in our neighborhood) and it was infinitely more difficult than I ever thought that it would be.

However, there were positives such as an increased awareness of where my cheap consumable products came from and what it might have taken to make them and get them to me at a price I was willing to pay. There were also the rare moments when I was debating over making a purchase only to find out it was made in China and therefore the decision was made for me. Sometimes that was a positive. Sometimes.

Today we prematurely celebrated the end of the boycott by going to the hardware store (a big chain store which probably helped eliminate any independent hardware stores in the area) to buy a "goose neck" and a "1" nipple" for the shower parts I managed to break while attempting to install my new Christmas present, a "Made in China" shower head.

I was all nervous and somewhat dumbstruck to learn that both pieces were made in China and there were no alternatives in the store. We discussed if this violated the boycott or was permissible because I broke something that wasn't mine or if it was an emergency (this was Luke's idea). In the end, we bought the parts because someone is coming to fix it first thing tomorrow morning and I am just fine with my mom not knowing that I broke the shower's nipple. (Just so you know, that is a part which connects the pipes behind the shower wall to the goose neck, or visible piece in the shower which your shower head mounts onto. I did not know any of this a few hours ago.)

In some ways I already feel like I've given up on this boycott. I certainly threatened to do so often enough when I was Christmas shopping! A far more logical way to handle that fiasco, by the way, would have been to give gift cards to everyone, be finished with my shopping in an hour and let their good consciouses choose what to buy. But I didn't do that and it was a miserable experience!

Made in The China

Amidst the frenzy that can be Christmas shopping, my most favorite identifier of a Chinese product was the following: "Made in The China."

As frustrated as I was with this whole boycott, it even managed to make me laugh...is there more than one China? Was the product meant to be made in The United States? Was it just a typo? Are there any other countries which put the word "The" before the country of origin? I mean, we don't say, "Made in The Japan" or "Made in the Malaysia".

Maybe it's just me, I haven't found much to laugh at with regards to this boycott.

Christmas Blues

Well Alvan, it's that time again...Alvan? Alvan....?!?!!??

Oh....I just had a panic attack that I had completely lost my mind and was talking to the chipmunks...you know...Alvan, Simon, Theodore....the..oh, forget it!

I am in fact loosing my mind and I'm sick and tired of Christmas shopping and I hate this boycott and it is killing the Christmas spirit; which obviously is to buy as much useless crap as you cannot afford to hurl at people you won't see again for months in a hopeless effort to get something from them which was cooler and more expensive than the crappy gift you bought.

Does that statement make me sound cynical?

I used to enjoy shopping. I liked Christmas shopping. I almost always started by July or August and was finished before the rest of the lunatics got to the mall.

This year I loath the whole miserable process because everything I can afford or am willing to pay for, is made in China.

That's not the whole reason though, I hate it because it is such a commercial experience.

I am not a very religious person but I do feel conflict and guilt over my desire, or even addiction, to time spent shopping for a gift for someone instead of investing that same amount of time actually interacting with the person I am buying a gift for.

I've spent a lot of time mulling over this issue and wondering why it is that I will subject myself to countless hours of unproductive time spent shopping, time where I am often in a rush, bitter and resentful towards my fellow shoppers who are always in MY WAY and hopelessly frustrated about what to buy. Rarely is gift shopping a pleasant, never mind tolerable experience for me. So why do I do it?

Why would I rather spend my time and money bolstering the economy of some major corporation, regardless of where they make their products, than I would spend that time hanging out with the people I care about? Has it become easier just to buy a mass produced gift instead of having lunch with my friend I've not seen in four months? And since I haven't seen that friend in four months, why do we all the sudden have time to get together when the exchange of gifts is involved?

I spent three or four hours Christmas shopping on Friday night. I canceled plans to go with Luke to a restaurant we've been wanting to go to, shoved some processed food product in my mouth, called it dinner and in an increasingly frustrated, cynical even rageful mood, tried to find "the damn gift" (I've lowered my standards enough to move beyond "the perfect gift").

All this resulted in was wasting a lot of time doing something I did not want to do, resenting that I was doing this, fighting with Luke and eventually buying "the damn gift" I saw when I first got to the mall hours ago.

What was the point?

I don't know that I have answers to any of the questions I've posed. I don't know that I have the strength, the where-with-all or the desire to look closely enough at my actions in order to better understand them. I do know though, that boycott or not, I do not feel very good about the gifts I've purchased so far and I don't think that is what gift giving was ever supposed to be about.

Yet how, even with a boycott that severely limits what you can buy, how do you get out of this consumerist vortex?

The Strangest Experience So Far

Shoe shopping has been one of the most aggravating things about this boycott because so many of them are made in China. Now, if you couple that aggravation with the fun of shoe shopping with a man who truly believes that there is no earthly reason to own more than two pairs of shoes at any given time, you have a recipe for disaster!

Luke, despite his ranting against shoe ownership, needs a pair (or two or three) of new shoes. This is true because about a year ago he insisted on buying a pair of very snazzy men's dress shoes for his interview, which is a very sensible thing to do.

However, he has worn these same snazzy pair of shoes to work EVERY DAY since then and they are falling apart!

Since we live in the middle of nowhere (according to some people) we are often at a loss for what to do on the weekends. One Friday night I thought it would be fun to drag Luke to the mall...to go shoe shopping...for him...on a Friday night....

Yeah, it was a blast! But the point of this blog is not to prattle on about my relationship, it's to talk about not buying stuff made in China, so here I go....

The very first shoe store we went into was some chain thing, Shoe Dept. or Famous Footwear or Super Cheap Shoes R Us. Both of us were assuming that we would be unsuccessful in our efforts to find a pair of shoes not made in China, never mind to find a pair that Mr. Pickypant who scorns shoes would begrudgingly buy.

All was going according to our pessimistic plan when low and behold a bizarre twist of fate occurred!

Luke picked up a pair of shoes, I think they were Sketchers, and I picked up the same pair of shoes...and his were made in China and mine were made in Vietnam. The same pair of shoes!

Now, I've seen companies export all of one type of product, say purple rubber ducky boots, to China and export the neon green stilletos to Brazil, but I've never seen the size 12.5 sneakers being made in China and the 13.5 made in Vietnam.

What do you suppose is the rationale behind this? Is it significantly cheaper to make the slightly larger sized shoes in yet another country? Was there a misprint in the shoes? Did my eyes deceive me? Does it matter?

In this case, no, not really, because despite finding a few pairs of shoes not made in China, Luke has not yet found the holy grail of "super awesome incredibly redeeming and super styling yet comfortably functional shoes" he is pretending to look for.

Do I need to tell you what the rest of the shoe not shopping experience was like?

Post note-
We did manage to find New Balance sneakers at Kohls which proclaimed that they are made in America. They even come with a thought provoking blurb about what it means to be made in America. A refreshing find in these turbulent times, and yet not enough for my honey...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Do you know where your Halloween candy, treats and costumes were made?

The gummy worms, eyeballs, mice, etc. that my mom is giving out are made in China. The pretzels are made in PA and the chocolate I already ate, so too bad for the goblins that come our way.

My "treat" is to be stuck in class all night wearing a Halloween shirt from Old Navy which was probably made in El Salvador and a pair of kick ass calf-high patent leather black spider web boots. I don't know where they were made, but I bought them at a thrift shop in Chicago last Halloween so they are safe.

I'm going to look hot for my "made in PA" presentation tonight!

If you have any leftover chocolate candy that is not made in China, please feel free to send it my way.

What I Learned in School

In my graduate environmental health class on Monday, I learned that 90-95% of all apple juice and apple cider contains apples imported from China.

To "test" this theory, on our break, I went to the Wawa across the street and two out of the three bottles of apple juice listed apples from China, Chile, the US and a variety of other countries on the label.

This is worrisome for many reasons, the two biggest being:

1) Lack of universal environmental standards when growing or producing food products
2) If individuals become ill due to drinking apple juice, how do you ever trace back where the apples came from? I suppose this is less of a problem if a few people become ill, but what about a "Mad Cow Disease" equivalent problem?

FYI- the Tom's Juice Company (0r whatever they are called) were the only brand sold at Wawa to not list where their apples came from.

Too bad we already opened our bottle of A&P Apple Cider, which of course, after we opened it, we noticed it contains "apple concentrate from China."

I didn't even know they grew apples in China!!

I also learned that most of the garlic sold in the US comes from China instead of California.

Apparently you can tell by looking at the bottom of the garlic bulb.

If the bulb is flat, without any stringy roots hanging off it, then it was grown in China.

If there are small, scraggly roots hanging off it, then it came from California.

One more thing...

Apparently China does not have to process/refine the toxins and chemicals in the fertilizer (read treated sewage sludge...what we flush down the toilet) before feeding it to the fish raised in the fish farms which are then imported all over the world, and duh! people are getting sick from eating this fish.

Who knew the grocery store was such a minefield?

On a positive (?) note, every Monday night my classmates tell me of another product I can't buy because it is made in China.

As far as I know, none of them have read my bog, but they are thinking about my boycott. That's a bittersweet victory.

Another Thing I Never Check

I am on a role right now about my foibles!

In case you were wondering, I do not consistently check to see where the parts necessary for my auto repairs are made, even though I have chastised Luke for not checking where the windshield wipers he bought were made.

When I was completely and utterly out of oil while down the shore over the summer, I couldn't care less where the oil was made, so long as I could get enough of it into my car to keep the engine from seizing while I drove back and pondered where the hell all the oil went.

We've checked a few things, such as the new sensors for my Saturn, and even bought the more expensive gas cap to stop a vacuum seal leak because the cheaper one was made in China.

Yet when it comes to taking our cars to the mechanic, I do not ask him to find out the origins of whatever part I need.

I don't know that I am able to justify why this is. I don't think that it is out of embarrassment, I've certainly done a lot of that during this boycott. Maybe it is out of a sheer desire to get out of the mechanics as quickly as possible while spending as little money as possible. Maybe it is a realization that we can't afford to replace two cars right now and that makes these repairs an "emergency".

Whatever the reasons are, I took Luke's car in for an oil change on Friday only to learn that it needs a catalytic converter seal and a new exhaust pipe. When this work is done on Tuesday, I will have no idea where the parts were made, and even though I have plenty of time to call and ask before the work is done, I know I will not do so.

The Origins of Edamame

Apparently Saturday night was my turn to cook dinner, a task I've come to loath even more now that I moved back home and the kitchen is a shared domain. I further loath having to cook when I am really hungry, as my brain shuts down and is completely incapable of making intelligent decisions about what constitutes a well balanced meal (What do you mean Dairy Queen blizzards don't make a great dinner?).

This particular evening I decided to make shrimp, with brown rice and edamame. All I really wanted were chocolate brownies, a side of ice cream and maybe some edamame on the side, for protein. Edamame,in case you didn't know, is a fancy name for soybeans. They are often served in Japanese Restaurants and are wonderful steamed with sea salt sprinkled on top (Wonderturtle introduced me to them and we're a great match).

Re-reading this post, my meal sounds rather healthy. However, since it is blog worthy, there must be a problem.

The problem here is not the freezer burnt shrimp imported from Thailand, nor the 90 second microwave in the bag, Uncle Ben's brown rice with enough sodium to keep me afloat in a freshwater lake. The problem is the delicious Edamame purchased at my local Shoprite, by me, and, oh, that's right, MADE IN CHINA!

Never, ever did it cross my mind to check the origins of my frozen food!

This might seem ridiculous, given the fact that the garlic we used to buy in Chicago came from China; however, it truly never crossed my bleary, "I hate grocery shopping, even though this is probably easier than hunting a woolly mammoth for dinner", mind, to see where the food I eat at an Asian restaurant is made.

By all rights I had to return the food to the store and get my money back, if that was even possible.

I did not return it though. I continued to cook dinner, microwaved the Edamame instead of steaming it and instead fumed about how ridiculous it was to check where everything you want to buy is made.

Dinner was lousy, by the way. There's not much you can do, that I'm aware of, to make freezer burnt shrimp taste, well, even edible. Luke claims it was good but I suspect he was trying to end an earlier argument and was relived that he wasn't the one cooking tonight.

We had Dairy Queen Blizzards for dessert. I don't know where the contents of my blizzard were made and I didn't ask!

I wonder if all Edamame comes from China, or just the store versions. I sure do love to eat it.

Candy Bras

Last month my sister and I went to an adult store in Maine. This may be too much information for some people, but I don't see the big deal, besides, if this is too much information, you've probably skipped a lot of my blog altogether!

At any rate, I rarely say anything positive about my miserable existence in Chicago, BUT, that frozen tundra has terrific adult stores (my favorites include Tulip and The Pleasure Chest, if you are curious.)

Condom Sense has a catchy name, an ok website, and a fabulous location on the cobbled streets of Portland, Maine. They even have a few items made in America, such as the edible, glow in the dark body paint. I was even tempted to replace my long mourned Silver Bullet with a knock -off version that failed to list where it was made (Alas, however, the knock-off versions were missing some key features of the real Silver Bullet and remained in the store).

What most intrigued me about the experience though, aside from the lone salesperson who refused to get off the phone and assist curious, spend happy customers, were the candy bras and underwear.

I've seen these items before our boycott and never purchased them, for practical reasons, of course...they don't look the slightest bit comfortable. If you've never seen a candy bra before, imagine the colorful, Cheerio like candy bracelets you'd get as a kid, the kind on a flimsy string which would sometimes get caught between your teeth as you'd try to bite off your favorite sugary sweet color first. Unfortunately doing this usually resulted in you biting the crappy yellow "bead" next to the one you wanted while simultaneously creating a huge pool of drool careening down your chin and wrist.

Now imagine that same concept turned into a "bra" and, or underwear. Hot huh?

Good thing they are made in China and had to stay in the store. It saved me from trying to think of reasons why pools of sticky drool in "delicate places" were not a good idea! Monistat might like the end result, but I wouldn't!

Shades of Gray?

Hmm, I thought I was finished writing for today, but it turns out to be untrue.

I have a matter I need opinions on....

After taking my nephew for a walk today, we stopped by the local pharmacy to get some insertable notebook dividers, because, presumably, the more organized I am, the smarter I will be and the harder I will work.

Well, it sounds good anyway!

I asked my sister and her husband to pick me up some on the way home, because I wanted more. There is a limit of one per customer and the store manager was not pleased when I said my nephew was a valid customer so that I could buy two.

So, the conundrum is, I never checked to see where the dividers were made. It took me so long to find them and to deter my nephew from wanting the mascara, batteries, ribbons, whatever he saw, that I forgot to check.

Ok, that's not fair to blame a one year old. Fairly often I forget to check where something is made, even after eight months of doing this.

Go figure, they are made in China!

I didn't even have to look very hard to find that out, it was right there in medium sized letters on the front of the package, which I discovered after searching the teeny tiny print on the back of the package, where it usually says the country of origin!

By rules, they should go back to the store.

The catch, because there must be one to keep this interesting, is that the dividers were essentially free. The sale price was a dollar but there was a dollar off coupon in the paper, which, being as cheap as I am, is why I went there in the first damn place. In microscopic print, the coupon said I am responsible for the sales tax. However, due to a computer glitch, my stunning good looks or an oversight on the salesperson's part, both inserts rang up free. Sans sales tax. Free. Maybe it was my nephew's good looks that did it.

So, since I did not pay anything for what I got, is that essentially the same as a gift? A free gift from Brooks?

Hey, welcome to a glimpse of life inside my head, a beautiful, poignant world where even the most ridiculous detail can be analyzed from every painstaking angle!

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Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!

Well, the accusations in my title might seem redundant, but they do actually refer to three separate, yet lumped together in my blog, incidents of traitorism.

The first incident occurs as a result of my blog on Sunday, July 8th.
Now, I freely admit that it was really crappy of me to wait so long to buy my lover's birthday card. I'm guilty as charged. In fact, I've done a really poor job of getting and giving gifts to anyone all year long. It's like I gave up or just got really friggin' tired of trying to find stuff not made in China, and of the entire gift giving process altogether.

However, I will, with a great degree of arrogance (especially considering the last part of this entry), publicly chastise my lover for posting the following comment on Sunday's blog "It is good to know that you spent so much time on my birthday card! I spent hours in the store, unable to pick which one to purchase. Finally I saw the perfect card, but guess what? It was made in China. So I grabbed the first card I could find that was made elsewhere and purchased it for you."

See, dear reader, this is a lie. This anniversary card not only depicted the two of us as dogs, (yes, the card showed two dogs celebrating their anniversary), it is also made in China. Now, according to the rules of the boycott, Luke must take this card back, even though he claims he did not know where it was made. Too bad, so sad, I said.

I'm really being a brat here. I think it has more to do with getting a card where I am presumably a dog (and a friggin' poodle to boot!!); then it does with being made in China. I thought I had left behind all the nightmares of being called a dog by my loving sisters. It was not the way I wanted to celebrate my anniversary...not that Luke would have known any of this.

Still, there is a part of me which thrills at calling him a traitor. It's really very sad.

The second, and still sad, traitorous incident occurred at Staples.

I had a return to make and thought that I'd by myself a back to school treat of my favorite pencils, because, while much of the world has moved towards taking notes on a laptop or even with the old school pen and paper, I prefer my Ticonderogas.

Yes, they must be Ticonderogas. I can be a label snob. This snobbishness used to be ameliorated by the fact that Ticonderogas are, correction, were, made in America. That justified the price increase in my eyes, especially now.

Much to my horrified eyes, however, I learned that my beloved pencils are now made in America, Mexico and, yup, China!

What the hell? How do I buy them now?

Technically the made in Mexico ones are fine, but how does the company know that I bought the made in America or made in Mexico box versus the made in China ones?
An how the hell can you call them "America's finest pencil" if they aren't even made here?

I worked myself up into such a state of annoyance, rage and disgust that I left the store without returning my return. As petty as it may seem, I am really pissed off that not even my favorite "American pencils" are made in America anymore!

Which brings me to the third traitorous event.

A second trip to Staples, to return the unreturned return, led me back to the pencil aisle. At this particular store, ALL of the Ticonderoga's were made outside of the USA. ALL OF THEM! What the hell happened to the few boxes at the other staples which still depicted the American flag?

I was pissed.

I went for a walk.

I walked into the chair section and sat on every chair under $300. I was looking for a non-made in China chair for my desk at home so I could stop paying my chiropractor for the increasingly awful pain in my lower back. Since I fell last October, it is very difficult and painful for me to sit for long periods of time, which is a problem in our sedentary society.

To make an already lenghty blog shorter, I narrowed it down to two choices, the made in Canada drafting chair, which I did not like, and the red, fake leather executive Sealy brand chair, which also happened to be on clearance for $70. It was comfortable, it is a light red, it's made by a mattress company, the woman next to me encouraged me to buy it and the tag said I saved $100.

What more did I need?

I didn't have to flip the chair over to know where it was made. I had done enough comparison shopping by now. My gut told me it came from China.

I could have looked some more. I could have gone to a flea market/yard sale. I could have bought the made in Canada chair I did not like. I could have continued to see my chiropractor. I could have done a lot of things.

I bought the chair and the extended warranty. I love my chair. I'm comfortable when I sit in it. My back hurts less.

I am a traitor.

Guess I can't chastise Luke as much anymore, now that I have a more comfortable ass and back.

So Much to Blog About

Good grief, it's been over a month since I last wrote anything (well, anything not related to school anyway!) and now I sound like a Charlie Brown character! Who says good grief anyway?

My lack of writing is not because I lack things to blog about, not by far!

I haven't written because even though I dream about my blog, compose entries in my head throughout the day and even respond (in my head) to imaginary postings from faithful readers, I am scared.

I find myself in long periods of fear induced paralysis, which usually hits me after I've received two or more new postings, especially when they are from people I've never met.

Writing in your head is so much less terrifying than actually putting something out in this great Internet vortex and waiting, gnawing on nails, or on your partner if they happen to be around, to see what people's reactions are...if there are any reactions at all!

I'm fighting off another bout of paralysis now, because there are things I want to say and once you say them you can't take them back. That's disconcerting!

I am trying to use the knowledge that my nephew is upstairs asleep, for about another half hour, to motivate me to blog about traitors, birthday shopping, hypocritical patriotism, a new kind of callousness, adult stores and other fun topics.

Let's see how far I get. Let's see if I have any readers left!

(As an aside, I never want kids but I'm considering borrowing a nephew or two whenever I need the motivation to write...trying to accomplish anything while they are napping is a rewarding and exhausting feat!)

China is Not the Enemy

Given the nature of this boycott, it may seem absurd to claim that China is not the enemy; however, I wholeheartedly believe this statement to be true.

While I believe that there is value to this boycott and I am concerned with the massive outsourcing of jobs overseas, as well as the quality of goods which we import and consume, and the little bit I understand about our burgeoning trade deficit with China, this boycott has forced me to open my eyes to the fact that our tenuous relationship with China has far deeper roots than mere cheap goods.

I will not even pretend that I know how exactly how this relationship evolved, and yet taking a painful, closer look at my own consumer habits, shows me that I am, in part, a participant in the evolution of the "Made in China" label.

Despite the fact that I have been unemployed for the entire time I have been conducting this boycott, I still manage to consume more, well, crap, than I will ever need. I won't even use some of what I've purchased, but that was almost irrelevant to me when I went shopping.

I am a cheap shopper. Unless it is "urgent", I rarely buy anything that is not on sale. My whole day is better when I am able to buy something I "need" on sale AND I have a coupon for it!

The fact is, three bottle of shampoo, six black tops, ten pairs of jeans and an assortment of high heels I have only because I'm told women wear these awful things, ultimately sit under my bed, in my closet or on the floor until the next thing I buy forces me to find a new home for my old stuff.

I am not alone in this overconsumption. My stuff is a sign that I'm not as broke as I used to be, it's a sign of me, it's a sign of...it's a sign of a lot of things and it is part of the reason jobs in this country are headed overseas, where human beings in poorer countries make the stuff we buy inexpensive enough that we can have disposable everything.

I know my assertion that we all bear a part in the loss of jobs and the inferior quality of the things we buy will not win me many friends, but it is the truth as I see it.

I've tried the "blame big business", "blame the politicians", "blame the Chinese", "blame everyone but me" game and I just can't do it any longer.

Yes, there is a great deal of truth to the outrage that our government should have better regulations in place. Yes, it is true that big business is making ridiculous profits off of cheaper international labor, without passing the money on to the consumer. Yes, it is true that there are Chinese workers who work for a fraction of what most Americans are willing to work for.

These claims all have truth to them, but they also avoid the truth that at the end of the day, we are the consumers and we are the ones who are ultimately responsible for what we buy and how we use our money.

This boycott has been a far larger pain in my ass than I ever imagined it would be. It has frustrated me, caused fights, infuriated me, helped me feel alienated from people, even brought me to tears and yet the fact remains that I "need" very little of what I continue to buy and that there has always been other options for the things I "could not buy."

The fact remains that all over the world human beings like myself slave away in conditions I would never subject myself to, in order to bring me more and more crap at lower and lower prices so it can temporarily fill some void, some need in my life.

Pesticides and Birthday Cards

In the ongoing battle to not buy Chinese made products, I have discovered two unlikely items to be leery of, pesticides and greeting cards.

I discovered the pesticides while helping my mom do yard work. I was getting ready to apply weedkiller around her pool (something which the environmentalist in me was not pleased to be doing) when I noticed that the pump nozzle for this weedkiller was made in China.

In this particular case, I was spared from having to return the product (if that is even possible once you've opened it) because my mom was the one who paid for it, and despite my best efforts, she is, to say the least, disinterested in boycotting anything made in China.

What would she shop for, she asks me? I am cynically thinking that she wouldn't be able to shop for much!

At any rate, I had never considered that we would be unable to buy pesticides, or have to check the packaging of lawn care products prior to purchase. This was never an issue for us when we lived in Chicago and unfortunately, it does not get us out of yard work at my mom's.

When I pointed out to her where the nozzle was made, she told me, "Well, I bought the stuff, not you and I don't boycott stuff made in China, so go down to the pool and spray it on the weeds!"

Wow, it's tough to find compassion in this protest.

Apparently it is also necessary to check the origins of the greeting cards you are about to purchase. A friend of Luke's had warned me that an increasing amount of printed materials where being outsourced to China, but I must confess that until this particular day, I don't recall flipping over the card I was about to buy to see where it was made. Now it appears I will have to.

Good thing I did not put off buying that birthday card until the absolute last minute...I think I had about five minutes left to find a card before I had to leave the store and fortunately there were a few decent "Made in America" cards to choose from, so the birthday was not ruined.

(Aren't you happy to know about the effort I put into your birthday card, honey?)

Denying My Cats

Yes, folks, that's right! I am denying my cats as a result of this boycott.

We used to have this spiffy laser pointer, courtesy of Luke's mom, which the cats went nuts over. It was, in fact, the only way we could get Jezebella to exercise. Sahti is far more curious and will play with anything for 30 seconds and the laser pointer held her interest for several minutes or more!

The laser pointer died before we moved to the East Coast and we spent a few fleeting moments in between preparing for the big move, looking for a new one.

It would appear that they are all made in China.

Correction, all the cheap ones that run on batteries so small that they cost more than the laser pointer itself, are made in China.

We are now halfheartedly on the lookout for a laser pointer that takes AA or AAA batteries and is not made in China.

In the meantime, when Jezebella and Sahti are not driving me crazy by refusing to get along with Thomas, who is native to our new home and my most favorite cat, I feel guilty that I am depriving them of a toy they love and some hilarious entertainment for ourselves.

Crazy for a Cell Phone?

I may be one of the few holdouts in this country to say that a cell phone is not a necessary object. I rarely ever have mine on, when I can even remember to take it with me, and when it isn't with me, I rarely remember where I left it.

Having said all that, I lost my cell in Vegas while trying on the sweatshirt I bought Luke (it might have been poetic justice for coveting his old sweatshirt that I was hoping to replace with a new and improved "Not made in China" Vegas CSI one). I did not realize that I lost the phone until the next day as we were packing to leave and simultaneously tearing apart the hotel room in a desperate attempt to find this nonessential device.

It should have been no big deal that I lost it in the first place, after all, I rarely used it and I had been meaning to switch to a prepaid plan eventually.

But the fear set in! The, "What if our flight is late, how will Luke know?" or the "What if someone really important is trying to call me now?" or "What if I'm bored at the airport despite the three books I brought with me?" or, the original (?) reason for getting a cell in the first place, "What if my car breaks down late at night and I am surrounded by a pack of starving wolves in the wilderness of a major East Coast highway?" Whatever will I do?

It was so ridiculous! I drove cross country without a cell phone (after WonderTurtle and I parted ways) and did a zillion other everyday things without one...even broke down late at night several times without a cell phone.

Now, about to leave Vegas, I was angry and inconvenienced. Oh, and there is this damn boycott to consider!

It took me weeks to make up my mind about a prepaid phone and conversations ad nauseum with Luke about it. Before the boycott, I would have purchased the cheapest, shinniest red one without any regard for where it was made. Not so much luck this time.

Now, the fact that we live in a rather rural area, on top of a mountain off an interstate means that we get spotty coverage at best, unless you have a Boost mobile phone, as my lover does.
That would seem to solve the problem, right? Get a Boost phone and get over it.

Do I need to mention that they are all made in China? We discovered this by going above and beyond the rules of the boycott, which state that the packaging must declare where the product is made and/or reasonable efforts must made made to discern its origins. None of the exterior packaging stated where the Boost phones were made.

We discovered where they were made as the sales associate, who did not laugh at my dilemma, was calling Boost to see where the phone I was considering was made. To pass the time, I suggested that we look at the battery inside the phone. I promptly became angry at what I discovered. Irrelevant are the facts that I did not like the phone in the first place, I would rarely, if ever, use it in the basement where Luke's phone gets great coverage, and, oh, yeah, I don't need the damn thing in the first place!

Further investigation on my own consisted of calling Boost and discovering that all their phones are made in China. I was pleasantly surprised however, that the person helping me did not think my boycott was a laughing matter. This was not the case at the T-Mobile store. The salesperson there thought the concept was quite laughable. Offended, I left the store.

I wish I could say that I gave up the quest for a phone altogether, but that would be a lie.

I kept the search going for weeks (I think it helped me avoid thinking about the more serious issues in my life, such as finding a job!).

My sister offered to put me on her family plan where I knew I'd have coverage and a free phone, therefore not technically subject to the rules of the boycott, since I wasn't buying the phone.

Luke and I went to several stores looking for the elusive "Made in Mexico" or "Made someplace other than China" phone. We discussed my options late at night while lying in bed (and people think I'm a nympho!) we fought about it, or rather, I yelled at him a lot about it since he has a working, purchased before the boycott, made in China phone.

The entire situation was ridiculous! I wanted a red, prepaid flip phone made in Mexico or Korea and all I could find were red flip phones made in China or Taiwan (which I boycott and Luke does not) or a few castoff old phones made in Mexico or Korea that I did not like.

I am embarrassed to admit that in the end I did not have the guts, the wherewithal, the something to forgo the cell phone altogether. I think part of that is because I don't want to be seen as a bigger weirdo than I all ready am. Crazy boycott or not, I still crave some level of social acceptance...isn't that what drives consumerism in the first place?

I'm even more embarrassed to admit that I went back to the same T-Mobile store where I was laughed at and purchased my silver, prepaid, not a flip phone, there. I don't even really like this phone but, but, but it has the cheapest minutes even though it gets spotty coverage where I live and this salesperson was very helpful, if slightly amused at the boycott. I also got the car charger for free because I did enough research before hand to know that T-Mobile.com was giving away an additional $25 in air time if you bought a phone over the Internet. They didn't have the same deal at the store, but the manager was willing to give me the car charger for free, which is $25. The associate and I looked over the external packaging and checked the computer to see where the car charger was made and found nothing.

I left the store with a phone I don't like, the included $10 in air time, of which I've used less than half the minutes nearly a month later and a free car charger for my dying car that has "Made in China" sticker inconspicuously stuck inside the packaging. My phone is probably downstairs right now, I think, and I've made a whopping two calls on it since I bought it.

Did I do all of this for social acceptance?

Again...He is Inconvenienced

Luke is trying to buy some fancy shmansy part for his computer so that he can have wireless access on his desktop computer.
Do we need to have a wireless desktop card?
Only if you are a huge World of Warcraft fan and want to fiendishly play the game late at night in the basement where we now live.

Apparently his ginormous laptop doesn't have the memory space to hold the game and so "we need wireless access downstairs on the desktop computer."
I tried to be supportive about something I really don't care about, and we discussed many other options, even tried a few, to no avail.

Luke did some research and found a wireless card on Newegg.com, only to learn that it was made in China. In fact, it took Vincent about 1/10th of a second to confirm that is where it is made.

I, being ever supportive, cheered and threw a party when he hung up the phone.
The party and the cheering were very brief though, once I realized that we would have to keep discussing this ad nauseum until we found another solution.
I'm torn between feeling happy that he feels the sting of this boycott and annoyed that we aren't finished with this "problem."

Luke is Affected....

Or rather, he should have been affected if he was paying attention.

We had to take the car he uses in for the yearly inspection, something which is unheard of in Illinois, and the car needed new windshield wiper blades and a side light bulb and cover.

I took the phone call and agreed to have the work done and neither of us ever asked where the parts were made.

Perhaps this was just a mistake, but I suspect that that this makes us hypocrites because we vowed to check where everything was made and return it if it was made in China.

The most we've done is go to an auto parts store to see that the wiper blades there were made in Mexico or Belgium. Belgium? I thought they only made really great chocolate!

Oh the things I am learning!

Neither of us checked on the light thingy. It was just replaced yesterday.

Does Taiwan Count?

Luke and I have an ongoing debate, sometimes argument about the validity of banning Taiwan from our purchases this year.

I think any country that includes the words, "Republic of China" on its products deserves to be boycotted.

Luke asserts that Taiwan is no longer controlled by, politically connected with or vested in China.

I don't really care. If Uzbekistan wanted to slap the words, "Republic of China" or "R.O.C" on their goods, I feel that they should by boycotted by association this year.

I don't really know why he cares if we boycott Taiwan in the first place, since this boycott hardly affects him (unless I am in a rage about something I can't buy, then he bears the brunt of my frustrations!).

I am curious how others would see this, boycott or not? And if Taiwan is not in anyway vested in China, why are those letters on their goods?

Does anyone have any answers for me?