This shall be my first entry. What made me want to start a journal? Because I watch these damn emotionally engaging documentaries on Netflix, and I feel the urge and need to unnecessarily type my feelings and thoughts away. Maybe I will do this on a more regular basis, or maybe these entries will just pop up when I get in a mood. Who knows. I would like to try and write on a regular basis, but with my occasional, ok maybe more than occasional, lack of motivation.. that may not happen. Perhaps some of these journals will prove pointless and silly, and/or just a way to express my frustrations in life. I wish I had more energy, and that it wasn’t 12:20 at night, otherwise I could really get in depth about the documentary I just watched about the fashion industry, and how terrible it is. For once it wasn’t a documentary about how fashion fucks with young girls minds’, and how terrible it is in the media, blah blah blah, but rather went into detail about how terrible the fashion industry really is for our environment.
It definitely proved to be an effective documentary because it changed my mindset a bit on how the “circle of life” really can be about this kind of shit, and how terrible the environment really is in some countries. People talk about how polluted this country is with litter on the streets and what not… hello! Over in third world countries, and then some (is India considered a third world country?) they literally have to worry about the air they breathe and the water they drink. Yes, most educated people are aware of the water crisis over in Africa as we are taught, but I don’t think I even realized how terrible the highly populated cities, which is every city in India, are truly affected. There just aren’t environmentally laws like there supposedly are here. Yeah, companies over here try getting away with as much as they can until they are caught to save millions of dollars, but over there? There is no “getting caught”. The pollution is in plain sight, and in these people’s homes and back yards and streams and rivers. Sure, the creators of the documentary probably showed a very dramatic scene of shit chemical contaminated water gushing through giant pipes into a large body of water, but perhaps they NEEDED to show that in the film. Open up regular people like myself’s eyes.
The film went into detail about how much disease, retardation, and cancer has gone up in recent times due to all the chemicals polluted from pesticides and such. Now, I try not to get wrapped up in the organic craze/argument, but has organic cotton ever crossed your mind? It didn’t cross mine until about an hour ago. The lady in the film who owned the second or first (one of the two) largest patch of cotton farm went into some detail about how people can understand the concept of physically digesting chemicals and pesticides when you bite into an apple, but many don’t realize that our skin is our largest organ, and what we put on our bodies can even affect us. But not even that so much as how all these clothes on our body are made, and the entire process from planting genetically modified cotton plant seeds, to the pesticides sprayed (causing cancer and killing the farmers), to the harvesting, to the outsourcing to countries such as China and India (minor examples), to how much pollution the garment factories put out, to the sweat shops that mostly women work in, to how they are abused and don’t have human rights (making $3 a week, if that), to how cheap the clothes become for us citizens, to how many billions these clothing countries are actually making, and finally to how much they don’t give a damn about all those steps up to them making those billions. Yeah… And we’re worried about the gum and plastic bags on our streets that we can easily just pick up. They can’t separate the chemicals spreading in their water and soil. They also can barely make a living… and I’m not just talking about making enough money to pay off their credit cards and school loans and car payments. No, they have to go work in these garment factories that aren’t even safe buildings structurally (to where you can physically see the cracks creeping up the walls) that end up collapsing and killing and trapping thousands of their people each year.
Oh, yes, but lets be adventurous, us rich white folk, and go travel to these exotic countries to site see!