I don’t boycott things. I’m not a boycotter. I have never stood in a street with a protest sign nor engaged in a “march” on anything. I don’t sign petitions and I don’t refuse to see a movie because a certain celebrity is in it, nor do I refuse to shop at certain stores because they carry certain brands.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t have strong opinions and moments (and people) in life that make me roll my eyes so far back in my head that I fear that they will, indeed, get stuck. I do and quite often.
But I get it, this need to do something in an attempt to make your voice heard. Our ire is raised and we feel if we don’t do something, we will turn inside out with frustration. And while we all have our own ways of dealing with things, to boycott is not mine.
And I blame this on my mom.
When I was in high school, the story surfaced regarding Proctor and Gamble having an occult logo. I remember it being “a thing.” Someone had come to the conclusion that the logo represented something evil and the hoax was perpetuated in certain circles.
Now, my mom was a fan of Dawn dish washing detergent. It always sat on our sink. The night I heard the story, I went into the kitchen to share it with my mom, who happened to be washing dishes at the time.
“Hey, mom,” I said. “You know a story came out that Proctor and Gamble is a company that glorifies the occult? Their logo is said to be satanic.”
My mom stopped scrubbing the lasagna pan, turned to look at me and said in her no-nonsense way, “Honey, I don’t care if the devil himself makes it; if it gets out grease, I’m using it.”
Is it any wonder I am the way I am? xoxo