The Hypocrisy That Is I

In the past five years, every one of my morals has been gingerly stepped over and then set aside and forgotten.

I protested at the G8 summit when it was in Calgary, marching throughout downtown core and shouting taunts at all the oil companies. Now I live very comfortably off proceeds of petroleum and drive a gas-guzzling SUV.

I refused to wear, own, or eat any product that came from an animal. Now I enjoy eating flesh, wearing flesh, and owning furniture made of flesh.

I balked at the travesty of brand name clothing like Polo and Tommy Hilfiger and their exploitation of the Third World. Now my absolute favorite piece of clothing I own is an argyle Hilfiger sweater vest that is to die for.

I swore that no man would ever own me. My current occupation is kept woman and I can honestly say it's the best job I've ever had.

I still recycle everything I can, I will never wear fur, I vote in every election I can in order to honour the suffragettes who fought for my right to be classified as a person in the eyes of the law, and while I don't support the war in Iraq, I do support the soldiers who risk everything in order to do what they believe is right. So I guess, while I have relaxed my moral standing a bit from say ten years ago, I think I'm still an all right person. (And the irony of the last statement is it comes just before a post that highlights all of my worst behaviors)