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Why is meeting up with friends for nap-time not a thing? When I have a day off, I really want to see the people I love, but I honestly also just really want to sleep.

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Putting on heels before leaving the house is the human equivalent of putting a little bell on a cat before it goes outside.
We welcome the feelings of sadness that we used to run from because they, at least, remind us that we are real.
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I know you werenât my soulmate, but you made me not want to meet them.
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âMaybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.â
â R. M. drake
âWhen I was 26, I went to Indonesia and the Philippines to do research for my first book, No Logo. I had a simple goal: to meet the workers making the clothes and electronics that my friends and I purchased. And I did. I spent evenings on concrete floors in squalid dorm rooms where teenage girlsâsweet and gigglyâspent their scarce nonworking hours. Eight or even 10 to a room. They told me stories about not being able to leave their machines to pee. About bosses who hit. About not having enough money to buy dried fish to go with their rice.
They knew they were being badly exploitedâthat the garments they were making were being sold for more than they would make in a month. One 17-year-old said to me: âWe make computers, but we donât know how to use them.â
So one thing I found slightly jarring was that some of these same workers wore clothing festooned with knockoff trademarks of the very multinationals that were responsible for these conditions: Disney characters or Nike check marks. At one point, I asked a local labor organizer about this. Wasnât it strangeâa contradiction?
It took a very long time for him to understand the question. When he finally did, he looked at me like I was nuts. You see, for him and his colleagues, individual consumption wasnât considered to be in the realm of politics at all. Power rested not in what you did as one person, but what you did as many people, as one part of a large, organized, and focused movement. For him, this meant organizing workers to go on strike for better conditions, and eventually it meant winning the right to unionize. What you ate for lunch or happened to be wearing was of absolutely no concern whatsoever.
This was striking to me, because it was the mirror opposite of my culture back home in Canada. Where I came from, you expressed your political beliefsâfirstly and very often lastlyâthrough personal lifestyle choices. By loudly proclaiming your vegetarianism. By shopping fair trade and local and boycotting big, evil brands.
These very different understandings of social change came up again and again a couple of years later, once my book came out. I would give talks about the need for international protections for the right to unionize. About the need to change our global trading system so it didnât encourage a race to the bottom. And yet at the end of those talks, the first question from the audience was: âWhat kind of sneakers are OK to buy?â âWhat brands are ethical?â âWhere do you buy your clothes?â âWhat can I do, as an individual, to change the world?â
Fifteen years after I published No Logo, I still find myself facing very similar questions. These days, I give talks about how the same economic model that superpowered multinationals to seek out cheap labor in Indonesia and China also supercharged global greenhouse-gas emissions. And, invariably, the hand goes up: âTell me what I can do as an individual.â Or maybe âas a business owner.â
The hard truth is that the answer to the question âWhat can I, as an individual, do to stop climate change?â is: nothing. You canât do anything. In fact, the very idea that weâas atomized individuals, even lots of atomized individualsâcould play a significant part in stabilizing the planetâs climate system, or changing the global economy, is objectively nuts. We can only meet this tremendous challenge together. As part of a massive and organized global movement.
The irony is that people with relatively little power tend to understand this far better than those with a great deal more power. The workers I met in Indonesia and the Philippines knew all too well that governments and corporations did not value their voice or even their lives as individuals. And because of this, they were driven to act not only together, but to act on a rather large political canvas. To try to change the policies in factories that employ thousands of workers, or in export zones that employ tens of thousands. Or the labor laws in an entire country of millions. Their sense of individual powerlessness pushed them to be politically ambitious, to demand structural changes.
In contrast, here in wealthy countries, we are told how powerful we are as individuals all the time. As consumers. Even individual activists. And the result is that, despite our power and privilege, we often end up acting on canvases that are unnecessarily smallâthe canvas of our own lifestyle, or maybe our neighborhood or town. Meanwhile, we abandon the structural changesâthe policy and legal workâ to others.â
- Naomi Klein
This is why the media keeps pumping out articles about plastic straws and avocados that focuses on what we, individually, are doing to destroy the environment, when really the most pollution comes from multinational corporations and the only thing that will save us is global collective action.

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âWhen we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.â
â Sogyal Rinpoche
âThis is a poem about how you never get the kiss you want when you want it; how time twines around your neck, its thorns digging into your skin so you can never forget how clinging to a string of hope, threading it between your spine, and having it unravel before you in the span of an hour is worse than any metaphor about nakedness that you poets will ever write. This is my reflection in the mirror. This stanza is the small gap where my fingers try to touch against the glass. You canât even possess yourself; let alone the person you see standing before you. The moon hasnât come back from the cleaners yet and I have nothing to slip into tonight that makes my reflection feel beautiful. Time is falling through the hole in my pocket. January is coming soon, and I have a feeling that heâs never going to fall out of love with this December. Heâll still write her love letters. Heâll send her white orchids on every lonely holiday and pretend that love is a place you can cross state lines to get back to, but itâs that time of the year again, and calendar sales keep reminding us all that we can never get back to where we once wanted so bad to lose ourselves in for good.â
â It Took Time (Shinji Moon)

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