A while back I read this article, and I might have even shown it to Persephone. (As I browbeat my kids with tales of happy, poor children, I browbeat my wife with tales of frugality. I even showed her that article about Dumpster diving, or whatever they call it these days.)
Well, sadly, Sarah Jessica Parker's days of selling the handiwork of "exploited" laborers might be drawing to a close. Her employees will take little comfort in being assured by Americans with consciences that they are better off this way. The way they'd heard it, the way to be better off was to get a paycheck.
PS: I've got a confession to make. Evidently I once wrote on my blog "Hall and Oates don't rock." However, today when I was driving I heard the song, "Rich Girl" and I said aloud (since I talk to myself a lot), "This song kicks all kinds of ass." It turns out it's a Hall and Oates song. But at least I can take solace in the fact that I share a taste in music with a mass murderer. So I've got that going for me. Which is nice.