Consumer-isms

As I dig into the abyss of my Olsen-Twins worthy handbag...I got hit by the realization that I am one big "consumer". Amid the clutter of paper in my bag, I have lipglosses of all sorts, make-up, lotions, hand sanitizer, a camera, cellphones, jewelry, medicine...seriously, anything you need i MIGHT have. Don't just ask me for money.

I hate it. I absolutely hate being a consumer. I am tempted to join the hippie bandwagon and not buy anything at all, and embrace the free things in life. Call me cheap...that's alright with me.

Was having a conversation with my boss as I was handing him his stack of Holiday Catalogs...he takes one look at them and tosses them into the trash, and says, "I'm trying not be a consumer." This coming from a man who's almost a millionaire. Gotta love him. Another time I hand him personal invitations to designer shows for his wife...he takes them and trashes them, "I don't need my wife shopping anymore." haha.

Next, I was talking to one of my hippie-ish-ex-vegan-organic clothed co-worker. She says, "I didn't shave my armpits and did not eat meat and anything in-organic for two years because I hated what the world has made me...a consumer! To hell with razors...who cares if i have hairy armpits anyway?! Hollywood was the one responsible for women shaving their armpits anyway? To hell with buying things and to hell with the Hollywood idea of beauty."

Hear! Hear!

So now as the holidays hit...I, Wai'oli Sue, do solemnly swear not to buy anything. I promise to be as cheap, as frugal as a miser can be. No more, Christmas shopping and Holidays Feasts...no more, justifiable Sale purchases and end of holidays shopping...I swear, to spend only on my current pressing needs such as toilet paper, water, food and deodorant. Written this 19th day of November 2008.

(lol. we'll see how well this vow goes once the Holidays hit! eek. it's free to dream.)