I went back to the Lush site as well and wrote this:
I was in your Lush location at Macy's on State Street in Chicago intending to restock on a number of things since I love the fall/winter scents. However, in browsing around, one of the first things I saw was the "Flosty Gritter" bubble bar.
I had to read over the product name and description several times to assure myself I wasn't imagining things. How, how could you name a product that in this day and age? It is appalling, and far beneath a company like Lush. I unloaded my basket and left the store.
Your "About us" page on the website lists your commitment to a range of issues. I notice race issues are not among them - until yesterday, I wouldn't have thought they needed to be. But apparently one of the oldest and most common racist tropes did not raise an alarm anywhere along the product development and marketing chain? It is truly shameful.
My biggest regret is not saying something to the store personnel at the time. At this point, I'm not sure I'll be back.
Not terribly articulate, but I feel better.
There's a lady blocking the power outlet. And she's not even using it. I have five million things I could be charging. What is she thinking? Kids today.
I think that's very articulate, brenda, as well as immediate, in terms of a customer walking out of the store. Well done, all of you who wrote.
I totally made friends in the airport over a power outlet. The search for power is a bonding activity.
(Seriously. I met this guy, turns out to be this fairly successful and well known jazz pianist, although he didn't admit to that at the time. We only chatted, and then I watched his luggage for him (yes, I know, you're not supposed to) while he ran for napkins because he spilled his frozen yogurt. Then on the plane he gave me a note saying he'd experienced this awful trauma, that he was getting ready to give up on his faith in humanity, but I was the first person with a smile and a caring personality that he'd run into on his journey. I was all, uhhh, all I did was let you run a cable to a power outlet that I happened to be sitting next to. Afterwards, I was looking for him, but didn't see him. And then he turned up at the same rental car counter as me. So he told me the whole story then, and gave me his cd. Turns out he was traveling from Santa Barbara to Columbus because his brother was killed in a robbery. Just awful. So anyway, yeah, we bonded. I need to write him now that I'm home and he's probably through the funeral and everything. Randomness.)
It is possible to get NY style bagels in Chicago.
I'll be in tech for Halloween. The director and I are conspiring to finish early on Sunday so that she can go trick-or-treating with her kids and I can go see a show downtown.
Hello from Seattle! The orb is out! And of course I already went with the curly hairstyle since I was expecting rain or mist. Oh well.
Halloween will be spent hanging out with Bev and her DH (yay!) and today Cass is driving up from Portland to hang out with us at Pike Place (yay!). Very happy-making Buffista halloween.
For now - breakfast in the hotel restaurant. Nom.
We're off to Sara's school parade and party in a few minutes, and tonight there's a trick or treat event at church. I think tomorrow is cleaning and hanging around, and then Sunday is trick or treating, which is apparently huge around here. I hope I have enough candy.
I'm wearing my Rosie the Riveter garb tonight, which will be fun. And Sara's Hello Kitty costume came out pretty well. Very homemade, but very cute.
Nicole, we should Do Lunch! Or something similar!
David! What's your opinion on Sandy Alderson?
