I haven’t been involved with any sort of protest since I was in college. Which is not to say that I haven’t been totally annoyed/disgusted/enraged with something or another since then, more that I’m not so much for group action.
I have notes for an entry about the protests at the port around here on that topic, but I’m realizing as I read Breaking the Spell that I’m just not much of a group participant in general. Something about being a shy depressive with yuppie tastes.
But this thing with emergency contraception at Ralph’s Thriftway hit me very closely. This rather verbose comment at OlyBlog covers most of the highlights for why. This grocery store has become part of the fabric of my life the last four years.
That’s why I’m getting involved in protesting and boycotting. Because I’m sick of the whole world feeling a little bit/way the fsck off-kilter, and when it’s something this close to home, something that’s a source of personal pride & pleasure — I shop local! — I want to do something.
Tomorrow I want to go through my records and figure out just how much I spent at Ralph’s in May, and then write my letter to Stormans to let them know that I won’t be doing that anytime soon.
I’m going to have to work to be more organized in my meal planning & grocery shopping. (The cats were very annoyed this morning because they were out of food and I didn’t just rush off and get them some real quick.) On the bright side, maybe I’ll end up eating less junk food, sweets, etc., because it won’t be so easy to run over to the store.