Criticism on Charity

why is everyone giving percentages of profits to kids in the third world?

That’s a great good thing right?

think pink…the red ribbon…kids in need…it really makes me wonder about the adaptation of capitalism.

it’s a good thing that our collective critical minds can discern this, which doesn’t mean that if you wanna do something like it that you’re allying yourself with the exploitative nature of capitalism. Or does it? I mean, we are all living, breathing, birthing from capitalism, right?

So I say this as an unholy male-bodied person: I’m kind of on board.

Let me keep shaping KoMo the way it’s supposed to, and maybe that part of us that really wants to Mother Theresa the shit out of our lifestyle can finally bond together like meat glue, and we can take a big bite out of something genuine.

For now, you’ll see me in this game at some point. Happy journey!

2012 affirmations

success begets success.
so if i am indeed in success, it will produce more success:
the answer to if is IS
i call this grammar play, in positive chi
circling to create a necessary function,
and right now, capital LETTERS are not necessary
you and i are affected more than you realize
the talk of capital LETTERS make my mouth water

Lesson of Thanksgiving

 

Sister in Boston

Mother in Stockton

Family in the Philippines

and me, well, I’m in San Francisco.

 

I went to work yesterday. I work in a men’s boutique.

My shirt was not as tailored as I was used to. Usually, I would find things that weren’t so on-point, and obsess over it.

I realized how much I’ve institutionalized this ‘self-loathing’, this picking-at-my-own-eye til all was left was bloody sockets…and then obsess over the bloody sockets!

I thought about Lola. I thought about her Illocano-style Pinakbet (a mixed vegetables dish, prepared with fermented fishes), all 20 servings I ate. And then, it hit me: I finally took the time to invest in what made me feel truly good.

Spent the money to go to L.A.
Thought I would go shopping, but ended up just kickin it with family.


This is Victor’s (my partner’s) family. This is my family, because it feels exactly like my family, in Boston, Stockton, the Philippines, and even here in San Francisco.

Food became the binder. The love I felt, especially as I scraped every serving clean, took me back...to all the old experiences I’ve stashed away in the back of my mind.

My shirt was not tailored. My shoulders back, chest out, and pride exuding, I remembered Lola’s pinakbet, and remembered, once again, WHO THE HELL I WAS.

Re-ethifiy: my shit is your shit

Just got paid. You know what that means: desperation.

Desperate to eat out. desperate to buy a shirt. desperate to shop. desperate to smoke another newport. desperate for time. desperate. desperate. desperate…

While takin’ a shit, I was reading an old issue of “Adbusters” my favorite magazine. Maybe you think it’s too much info to say I took a shit today. But to me, it’s like saying, “I ate lunch”. Plus, got me thinkin on another level…i’m talkin bout both: shitting, and reading.

Shitting: a physical response to cleanse out the ‘extras’ we technically don’t need in our bodies. yadda, yadda.

Reading: a state of feeding…also a state of shitting. Shitting old notions, refining ideals, feeding the soul.

I read an interview by Bai Di, a woman who grew up in socialist China (before capitalism was brought back after Mao’s death in 1976). Most significant feeding:

We never had that much – two sets of clothes – but we never felt we should have more. You don’t have that kind of crazy desire for everything, like the need to go shopping all the time. I feel that capitalism is very good at creating a void in people’s psyche. It will teach you that the only way to feel okay is to want more.

Bai Di, that was the best mind-shat I ever did doo-doo this week.

So I just got paid. I need new shoes. I’m gonna get my shoes repaired. And imma keep walkin on in these boots I’ve had for 6 years. The piles of shit I’ll step on along the way…time to wipe my ass, flush, and buy a new shirt hand-wash this dirty shirt I’ll probably also have for another six more years.

rinse,
repeat,
#re-ethify

Occupy Fashion – Responsibility

Welcome to Komo!

This blog site is always actively constructing.

Here’s what we’re all about:

Be a STYLIST-IVIST!
Even though we all come from the intersections of capitalism, it’s time to OCCUPY FASHION, and start buying responsibly.
Occupation Ko, Occupation Mo (My occupation is your occupation).
True fashion bends trends, and transcends. We can transcend the trend of “Made in China”, and unethical buying.
Let’s keep learning where our clothes come from, and therefore, learn a little more about who we are as True Occupiers of Fashion. -KoMo

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