Sick of ‘being ethical’. Whatever that means.

My cousin called me a rabble-rouser and I’m sick of it. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a compliment. But ugh. You see, Wee Frizz, when she called me that, was referring to the fact that she has become involved in the #makefashiontraffikfree campaign after a few chats/links we shared. And I’m so glad. I got teary-eyedContinue reading “Sick of ‘being ethical’. Whatever that means.”