I'm the guy who comes in and asks if the coffee shop has Fair Trade coffee. When the baristas say yes they do, I launch into a lengthy sermon, declaring, "Oh good, because I only buy Fair Trade products. I just think it's ridiculous how little those plantation workers in [Indonesia/Kenya/Mexico/wherever] get paid, and we really need to do something to help them." I then go on to decry the evils of Wal-mart, Target, and other large corporations.
You can only imagine what kind of monologue I deliver at the coffee shops that do not serve Fair Trade products.
I make sure everyone in earshot knows that I care about social justice before I sit down with my MacBook and start listening to Coldplay on my iTunes. Of course, I would never admit to anyone that my commitment to changing the world starts and ends with my cup of the Sumatran blend, and that I really care more about impressing that hot girl at my university who's always wearing that "MY HEART IS BEEPING" Save Darfur t-shirt. But hey, supporting my cause through my coffee order is the least I can do (...literally).
It's very nice to meet you.
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