Purity and Black Gold.

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This might be better as a photo for impurity. There I was earlier this week, trying to cut back on caffeine and looking for a substitute for my nightly herbal tea. Tried some Nescafe’ instant decaf over ice. It was quite yummy. Made some hot last night while I watched Black Gold, and I don’t know if I can finish it. I [almost] always buy organic/fair-trade coffee for my French press[es], but I suppose I never really knew why. I was more concerned with the organic/environmental aspect than the trade part.

But not after this film. Now I find myself ashamed that I ever defended Starbucks on this blog, though, in my defense, it was as a company per se. And I was talking about wannabe anti-corporate weiners who hate Starbucks with an iPod on for no other reason than that Starbucks is a big company. Cuz, you know, iPods are handmade by well-paid artisans for a small little local company. Since leaving the Dale, I only go to Starbucks in a pinch because, honestly, my addiction is more important to me than my values some days. I hate when people say, “I don’t go to Starbucks,” but then do when they need to. That’s horsehockey.

I won’t take my Starbucks posts down, though. I admit when I’m wrong I do. And the next time I’m stuck in my berg with no other options but to pass out on the sidewalk, I will likely deal with the devil again.

[For Photo Friday: Purity.]