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01 November 2014 @ 09:41 pm
I am such a cow sometimes.  
Halloween was never a tradition here, and it's only been in the last ten years or so that the retailers have pushed the idea, so that we now get the occasional roaming band of dressed-up kids coming to the door. Last night I locked the gate at the top of my front stairs, so no-one could make it to my front door, feeling mean and Scrooge-like but also lacking any kind of food that those tiny predators would consider acceptable.

For those of you who don't get enough social activism from sites like Get Up! and Change.org I bring you Social Justice Kittens! .

From their calendar ad:
Each month features a charming kitten professionally photographed in a heroic pose appropriate to a small cat defiantly speaking out on the hottest social justice issues of the day. A sassy, challenging declaration erases any doubts about each cat’s passionate rejection of the dominant paradigm.

In the end, the choice is simple: financially support the ideals embodied by this treasured, unique gift, or refuse to purchase a copy and become one of those hateful fake allies who actively embrace injustice and murder.

Nothing like a bit of shaming, I thought. By cats.
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a honeyed wine at night: Nude Doyle artworkmoonlightmead on November 2nd, 2014 03:22 pm (UTC)
I grew up in the north-east of England and trick-or-treating was around in the seventies and eighties there. I think we had picked it up from Scotland, which is very near.

But most adults regarded it as begging and didn't approve. The one time I was allowed to go trick or treating, we got a lot of 'We don't do Hallowe'en here' and 'Don't give to beggars' and a very meagre amount of money. (I don't remember sweets. We asked for money. This is probably why my parents' generation regarded it as begging, of course.)

I don't think it's at all cowish (?) not to respond.

Social Justice Kittens sound splendid!
miwahnimiwahni on November 3rd, 2014 10:48 am (UTC)
mrlnpndrgn just pointed out that the tradition came from Ireland and Scotland, which I hadn't known. I wonder when it switched from money, to sweets? No wonder it was seen as begging.