I will be the first to admit that I love entertainment news. We are regular subscribers to Entertainment Weekly. I check people.com at least once a week for my star updates. I love Huffington Post’s entertainment section and I click on those Facebook links to Hollywood gossip.
I heard rumblings of Lily Pulitzer coming to Target. It sounded like a win/win for the common person. Heck, Isaac hads been giving us great designs for the past few years–I’m sure this would be even better. As Target lover, I was excited to at least browse the new “limited time” section.
I had no idea the furor that overtook social media this weekend–apparently Target didn’t do such a good job limiting people’s Lily purchases. In about 3 seconds flat Target was sold out and all Lily merchandise was available on Ebay for scandalous prices.
I’ve read a few articles and comments. This one and this one in particular addressed some good issues. Yes, in North America we do need to talk about these things. Fair trade, access for all–these are things our country was built on because people spoke up and fought for it.
I’m not downplaying the Target/Lilly issue.
BUT my heart is breaking that in a land across an ocean, a land I lived in for 19 years and the birthplace of my daughter…this land is seeing pain and tragedy that rivals any merchandise issue.
Melissa Faye Green, one of my favorite authors, posted this picture and comment on Facebook.
From Melissa: With profound condolences to the families of Ethiopian innocents murdered in the last few days: three killed in South Africa for being “foreigners,” 28 slaughtered in Libya by ‘Islamic State’ hooligans for being Christians. The terrible irony, if that’s the word for it, is that within Ethiopia, Christians & Muslims have lived harmoniously for centuries, if not millennia. The savagery was not the work of Ethiopian Muslims, who are also grieving.
Her quote speaks my heart. I grieve for the people of my land. I grieve that mothers are weeping the loss of their sons because they are simply called “Christian.” I weep that in one part of the world we struggle with fabric and pattern while on the other side it’s about blood and breath.
I struggle with melding both worlds–how can I find the balance in these two worlds? How do I reconcile both points of view? Both are valid in their own right..both need to be spoken of…just one seems so much more important right now.
I will always wrestle with the two worlds I know so well–this land of “everything I could want” and that land of “deep need and deep love.”