My name is Green Bean and I'm a shopaholic.
I never owned a "Born to Shop" bumper sticker but the slogan would have been an apt description of my former self. I've always been a passionate advocate for animals and the environment but it wasn't until this year that I made the connection between my consumption habits and my ecological footprint. Duh! Once the connection was made, I stopped cold in my tracks. I've made a 180 degree turn around such that my family probably thinks I've joined a cult. Have I? Is Global Warming really a cult? I guess if you ask some of the right wingers, but I digress.
Today, necessity forced me into a Target store. Wow! Have you folks been recently? I literally felt like an alien wandering some foreign planet.
I used to frequent Target weekly and, yes, shop recreationally. Having pulled away from that for the last six months and immersed myself in the land of second hand shops, green blogs and global warming books, I really thought the world had changed. Nope. If Target is anything to judge, the world is filled with middle aged women dolled up with heels, skinny jeans, chunky sunglasses and striped hair talking on their cell phones and loading up their shiny red carts with holiday clothes, nicknacks, fake Christmas trees, boxes and boxes of Christmas ornaments, sheets, and, oh, the bag of cat litter they came in for.
Attempting to remain strong and not be sucked back into the buy-buy-buy lifestyle, I stuck to my very short list: sweatpants for my oldest who just finished a major growth spurt, thermos bottle, gum for husband. In the interests of full disclosure, a Christmas CD did some how sneak into my cart and into the green Whole Foods reusable tote the checkout gal reluctantly packed for me but, all in all, my brief visit into the land of temptation left me mostly unscathed - just feeling like a stranger in a strange land.