sleeptalking todoroki hc/scenario
- after a couple months of living in the dorms the class learned that todoroki talks in his sleep
- they first heard it midday on a Saturday
- a large group was studying together in the common area and todoroki had laid his head down on the table using his crossed arms as a pillow
- everyone figured he was just resting his eyes and didn’t really think twice about it at first
- but then he just
- didn’t move for 15 minutes
- the normal rigid tension in his shoulders and face slowly released and his mouth parted slightly
- his cheek was squished up against his arm and he looked much younger than usual, almost childlike
- his breathing deepened and slowed
- his classmates didn’t say anything about it but they met each other’s eyes across the table with small, knowing smiles
- none of them had seen todoroki sleep this close before
- and it was pretty adorable
- so they all silently agreed to lower their voices to preserve the preciousness of the moment
- but then after about ten more minutes
- a voice broke through the whispers
- necks snapped toward the direction of the voice
- it was todoroki
“When I was 26, I went to Indonesia and the Philippines to do research for my first book, No Logo. I had a simple goal: to meet the workers making the clothes and electronics that my friends and I purchased. And I did. I spent evenings on concrete floors in squalid dorm rooms where teenage girls—sweet and giggly—spent their scarce nonworking hours. Eight or even 10 to a room. They told me stories about not being able to leave their machines to pee. About bosses who hit. About not having enough money to buy dried fish to go with their rice.
They knew they were being badly exploited—that the garments they were making were being sold for more than they would make in a month. One 17-year-old said to me: “We make computers, but we don’t know how to use them.”
So one thing I found slightly jarring was that some of these same workers wore clothing festooned with knockoff trademarks of the very multinationals that were responsible for these conditions: Disney characters or Nike check marks. At one point, I asked a local labor organizer about this. Wasn’t it strange—a contradiction?
It took a very long time for him to understand the question. When he finally did, he looked at me like I was nuts. You see, for him and his colleagues, individual consumption wasn’t considered to be in the realm of politics at all. Power rested not in what you did as one person, but what you did as many people, as one part of a large, organized, and focused movement. For him, this meant organizing workers to go on strike for better conditions, and eventually it meant winning the right to unionize. What you ate for lunch or happened to be wearing was of absolutely no concern whatsoever.
This was striking to me, because it was the mirror opposite of my culture back home in Canada. Where I came from, you expressed your political beliefs—firstly and very often lastly—through personal lifestyle choices. By loudly proclaiming your vegetarianism. By shopping fair trade and local and boycotting big, evil brands.
These very different understandings of social change came up again and again a couple of years later, once my book came out. I would give talks about the need for international protections for the right to unionize. About the need to change our global trading system so it didn’t encourage a race to the bottom. And yet at the end of those talks, the first question from the audience was: “What kind of sneakers are OK to buy?” “What brands are ethical?” “Where do you buy your clothes?” “What can I do, as an individual, to change the world?”
Fifteen years after I published No Logo, I still find myself facing very similar questions. These days, I give talks about how the same economic model that superpowered multinationals to seek out cheap labor in Indonesia and China also supercharged global greenhouse-gas emissions. And, invariably, the hand goes up: “Tell me what I can do as an individual.” Or maybe “as a business owner.”
The hard truth is that the answer to the question “What can I, as an individual, do to stop climate change?” is: nothing. You can’t do anything. In fact, the very idea that we—as atomized individuals, even lots of atomized individuals—could play a significant part in stabilizing the planet’s climate system, or changing the global economy, is objectively nuts. We can only meet this tremendous challenge together. As part of a massive and organized global movement.
The irony is that people with relatively little power tend to understand this far better than those with a great deal more power. The workers I met in Indonesia and the Philippines knew all too well that governments and corporations did not value their voice or even their lives as individuals. And because of this, they were driven to act not only together, but to act on a rather large political canvas. To try to change the policies in factories that employ thousands of workers, or in export zones that employ tens of thousands. Or the labor laws in an entire country of millions. Their sense of individual powerlessness pushed them to be politically ambitious, to demand structural changes.
In contrast, here in wealthy countries, we are told how powerful we are as individuals all the time. As consumers. Even individual activists. And the result is that, despite our power and privilege, we often end up acting on canvases that are unnecessarily small—the canvas of our own lifestyle, or maybe our neighborhood or town. Meanwhile, we abandon the structural changes—the policy and legal work— to others.”
This is why the media keeps pumping out articles about plastic straws and avocados that focuses on what we, individually, are doing to destroy the environment, when really the most pollution comes from multinational corporations and the only thing that will save us is global collective action.
16th may, 2020
My parents brought me a tabke and chairs for outside so now I can study outside. 😄 I started studying finally but I lack concentration. I studied for about half an hour and then I could not focus anymore. 😔
Hi! Would any studyblrs want to be friends? 😄 It’s getting closer to exams period for me so if anyone would like to just chat and kinda encourage eatchother to study with me that’d be awesome. 😊
I want to fill my life with love. I want to love myself, I want to love my family, my friends. I can make love happen. Love is worth any pain.
7th april, 2020
After a long time just not really doing anything for school I finally sat down and did some schoolwork and I’m hopeful I can keep on doing the besg I can. Also, my cat Loki kept me company. Love that little guy. 💗