If you missed Newsnight last night (let’s face it – you did), then you won’t have seen the ghastly Georgina or the imbecile Stacey from Blood, Sweat & T Shirts talking with Paxman and a lady representing British clothing retailers. Unsurprisingly, Stacey was incapable of stringing a sentence together and Georgina rambled and blathered her way through whatever it was she was trying to say (I didn’t catch most of it as I only speak English).
What was fun though, was to observe that, even after spending six weeks living and working in the sweatshops and cotton fields of India, these two still arrived on the Newsnight sofa dressed to the nines in High Street fashions. At one point, Georgina explained to the Paxmeister that she still shopped on the High Street, only now she was much more aware of where her clothes came from. The problem for both Stacey and herself, she explained, was that it was terribly difficult for them to find out from clothes manufacturers where their garments were sourced. Oh? Wel,l that’s alright then.
So, despite knowing the pseudo-1980s rubbish she’s clobbered-up in is made by four year olds living in a puddle of dead dogs, rats, piss and shit, she still continues to wear the stuff anyway. Only now she’s blaming the clothes manufacturers for not clearly labelling their products.
“It’s so terribly hard to tell if your clothes have been made in a toilet by a little boy on 30p a year when the labels don’t say ‘This item is made in a slum in Bombay by children’, isn’t it Stacey?”
“I fink, like, that … erm … yes, like, I fink it is, like, yeah?”
So … good to see the whole experiment wasn’t in vain, then.