Eat the rich

I was in the Starbucks line and just suddenly felt all slimey and sickly sweet. My head was full of wondering about the onslaught of Hannah Montana lyrics my daughter had harvested this week from childcare. I really must take some time off!!

I was zoning out on the cranberry bliss bars. All the goodies nestled neatly into the case as we morphed this week to the Christmas. Bliss bars, Mint Chocolate Decadence, Eggnog Orgasms everywhere!!! Hannah in my head and Cinderella peeking around the corner a lilting Snow White giggle lingers in the air nearby.

The rich. The rich! The silky, sweet, sparkly, cookie-doughlike richness of this life.

I peered to Granville street where that homeless guy with the thoroughly insane hair drank another half a house blend with hot water. He buys them with the money he begs for on the street before he picks the butts in the back alley ashtrays. I could make him out and in a moment my eyes drained the relax into my brain through each pupil. Like that moment you look into the distance after too long on the computer.

Eat the rich. I am so sick of it all. Wish me luck off the caffine grid tomorrow, I give it three days.

In our own filth

For a week or two I have been turning over the big news that we are all wallowing in our own filth. I mean not you personally. But me? Maybe.

I mean I eat deli meat and have plastic drink bottles. I have melamine products in my home. I live in a cesspool of pollution and, it has become increasingly clear to me, disease. It has become a hyper-environment for us. To date I was sort of wary of certain toys and we tend to buy organics. But now I bark at the sight of even a moment of teeth to toy contact. "Don't put that in your mouth! It's dangerous" I shout. And, I mean it. Material culture, sucks baby!

Years of coy distance from the measurements of choking hazards yet now I'm choking in a new way.

Don't get me wrong. Don't think I can't hide my head in the sands of triple-think on this one. Sure I can frame fear-mongering around it all to make myself feel better most days. I can blame the MEDIA! Compulsive demonization of China by the west. Blame the fear and feel it all at the same time. I'm all tingly.

There is part of me remembering that long gone chit chat with my cousin's husband on a dark Alberta highway. Mr. MBA-Exec working for a Waste Management Corp declared the 21st century would be about managing the world's garbage. Finding new uses, disposal, and only lastly reduction of waste products from the lifestyles of the new millennium. Was he right? I look with suspicion at every scrubbing bead in a new face wash, hell I look at face wash. What byproduct of manufacturing is being re-purposed into a useless new luxury. I look at the hairy legs on the 6 year old girls, moustaches on the little boys???? Wondering about the hormone food chain. This week I cried and worried over baby formula. A new dead old lady fed super-centralized smoked pastrami by a twice-contracted out hospital food service centre stretched my deli meat fast to its fourth week.

I am having to question our family dependence on these SYSTEMS. I have always erred on the side of caution but this week... It's like HOLY HELL. This crap is everywhere. I must hurry the family to a field and construct a new wattle and daub domicile! We didn't grow enough beans this summer!! Food wrap is an agent of the devil!!!

1.) All mother-womanly, let me ask how you the hell do I end up being the responsible for this? and 2.) Can you pass me some fresh yurt?