Hallelujah! A Christmas Miracle!
I was reading the newspaper yesterday (well, actually I was reading Friday`s paper, since newspapers these days tend to have such stale news that it doesn`t matter if I read them a day or two later), and I came across this AP article, about substandard working conditions in the factories that make Bratz dolls.
I showed it to Daughter, expecting her to shrug.
But instead, her eyes got big and round.
"Workers are only paid 17 cents for each doll they make? That`s horrible!"
Big Son was sitting at the table, and thought about this.
"Doesn`t it depend on how much it costs them to live where they are? I mean, 17 cents is like nothing, here in San Francisco, but maybe it can buy a car or something over there."
Excellent point, I told him, but presumably 17 cents is below a fair local wage, which is why people are trying to find out if this is true or not.
Daughter had intended to use one of her Christmas gift certificates to buy another one of her beloved slutty dolls, but here`s the miracle: she has decided to wait, and find out more about the factory conditions before she spends any more money on Bratz.
And she made a very special request: "DO NOT write about this on your blog, Mama, until I tell J. in person!"
J. is a Bratz-loving friend of hers, whose mother reads my blog sometimes. Daughter wanted to break the news to J. herself -- which she did, at church last night, so now I am free to share the news of Daughter`s social conscience.
And this morning, she is playing with....Mulan.
Yeah, sure, on the whole I would prefer that Daughter eschew Bratz because they`re ugly little ho dolls, but what can I say? This nascent Norma Rae attitude is great, too.
Happy happy, merry merry.
I showed it to Daughter, expecting her to shrug.
But instead, her eyes got big and round.
"Workers are only paid 17 cents for each doll they make? That`s horrible!"
Big Son was sitting at the table, and thought about this.
"Doesn`t it depend on how much it costs them to live where they are? I mean, 17 cents is like nothing, here in San Francisco, but maybe it can buy a car or something over there."
Excellent point, I told him, but presumably 17 cents is below a fair local wage, which is why people are trying to find out if this is true or not.
Daughter had intended to use one of her Christmas gift certificates to buy another one of her beloved slutty dolls, but here`s the miracle: she has decided to wait, and find out more about the factory conditions before she spends any more money on Bratz.
And she made a very special request: "DO NOT write about this on your blog, Mama, until I tell J. in person!"
J. is a Bratz-loving friend of hers, whose mother reads my blog sometimes. Daughter wanted to break the news to J. herself -- which she did, at church last night, so now I am free to share the news of Daughter`s social conscience.
And this morning, she is playing with....Mulan.
Yeah, sure, on the whole I would prefer that Daughter eschew Bratz because they`re ugly little ho dolls, but what can I say? This nascent Norma Rae attitude is great, too.
Happy happy, merry merry.
posted by L. at 11:08 AM
6 Comments:
Wow. Your daughter is my hero.
Hope you guys have a great holiday!
I'm certainly impressed.
Merry, merry Christmas to all.
Good for Daughter!
Have a joyous holiday L.
A chip off the (not old, just 21 with 18 years' experience and one to not grow on, per se, but...you know) maternal block, for sure. Happy happy.
wonderful! and even if she decides to get the doll, she will have given it great thought...
Spencer hasn't set foot in McDonald's since he saw Supersize Me... :)))
yeah for our kids! happy Christmas to you all... :)))
Wishing you a happy holiday season!
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