I never realised when I thank my stars for spotting a cheap but good buy, I am actually damning somebody in a dingy shanty in a third world country to many more hours of back breaking work. t could have been a child who sewed buttons or sequins into that super cheap long coat I was rooling over yesterday.
This is an eternal dilemma. I am against child labour but my love for shopping makes me guilty of the very crime I so much desist. A curse of globalisation is that it has made us all accomplices to crimes we are not even aware of.
The damage is so deep and structural that atonement is difficult.
