locaiton: London, UK
the look: dress by Topshop, shoes by Topshop, sunglasses by Quay Australia, bag by Skinny Dip London
Yesterday marked the end of an exhaustive month. I handed in my last term paper, now left only to grapple with my dissertation (cue the panic) and it seems my body, right on cue, let fizzle out what little energy I had leftover after squeezing every last semi-intelligent word out of my mind and onto paper. My coping methods until yesterday's Netflix-frenzied couch collapse were, though fun, things which surely make my bank account cringe. Like hopping on a plane to a new country (incredibly tempting when you can get to the continent of Africa for £50 roundtrip) or deciding that Ivy Park is sound investment for any woman in her twenties. I am a consumer, and it's starting to get away from me. Despite years of feminist training, I've become a sucker for the clever ad, the Man Repeller Instagram post with such lovely shoes that I just can't seem to help myself - I must have them! And I soothe my worries by telling myself: well, clothes and travel are better than buying heroine! But really, allowing capitalist collusion to get the best of my ethically endeavored, semi-intentional consumer objectives isn't a victimless crime.
One of the things I've had to come to terms with during my stint as a grad student is that there is no easy answer to any given problem. So just like anything, capitalism, or at a more personal level, the indulgence in consumerism, has it's good moments and it's bad. To lay blame on an ideology or economic philosophy for the world's hurt takes power away from the fact these things are not autonomous structures, running independently of human intervention - it's makeup has always been and will always be that of people. Every structure is run by people, and so amoral tenancies will always haunt us, no matter the affair, no matter the establishment, no matter the philosophy. It would be foolish for me to wish away the impact my dollar has in the world. The fact of the matter is that how I spend my money has a ripple effect, shaking the ground beneath people halfway around the world from me. So perhaps this is a bit of a wakeup call to be better, consume better, to walk the fine line between treat yo self and think of others.