Young New York City feminists

I spent a quick weekend in New York City with my daughter Clara and her friend Jasmine who introduced me to the young feminist scene at a book reading on Prince Street. I had never heard of Chris Kraus, but now I am intrigued. I would like to unearth the rivalry between the two Simones she refers to in her book, Simone de Beauvoir and Simone Veil.

This blog began with pseudo feminist musings on clothing as merchandise that could be exchanged outside the normal monetary circuit. But thinking about the two Simones, and what they would say about our clothes obsessed culture, I have to assume that the recent fire in a clothes factory in Bangladesh that killed over one thousand workers would outrage the left leaning blue collar sympathizing Veil. Meanwhile, de Beauvoir would just shrug it off as another excess from the decadent capitalists, while readjusting her turbaned head.
We must stop buying clothes at dirt cheap prices. I don't want to put Bangladeshis out of work, and there lies the conundrum, I know.  There will always be cheap labor. And there will always be narcissism. And there will always be a desire to escape one's identity and adopt one seen in a photograph somewhere.