Ethically Traded Beans

So for some reason I had a ridiculously expensive cup of coffee on my desk, and I realized two things: 1) It was a Starbucks cup of coffee..and 2) I couldn’t resist the taste of their toffee nut coffee for some reason…perhaps its the season?

So I”m reading the cup, and it says the following “You bought 228 million pounds of responsibly grown, ethically traded coffee last year. Everything we do, you do. You stop by of a coffee. And just by doing that, you let Starbucks buy more coffee from farmers who are good to their workers, community, and planet. Starbucks bought 65% of our coffee this way last year…”

My question here is: the other 35% of your coffee…how was that procured? Bought from farmers that beat their animals and bean plants? Beat their workers? What if the farm doesn’t recycle…are they out of the running for selling their beans? I dont think we do everything Starbucks does. If that were the case I would be harvesting and perfecting a french roast…which I certainly don’t do. Do they watch adult movies?, drink beer?, despise their cat and call him Brandon just to spite him?…I’m over it.



Do bears crap in the woods?…according to Charmin toilet paper commercials, they most certainly do.

You Shouldn’t, So Why Should I??

I was thinking the other day, about things that really annoy me – specifically about living in New York City. The list is rather long, so I’ll start with this idea: the smoke of roasting chestnuts.

You shouldn’t have to breathe in second hand smoke, so why should I? As I have this thought I realize that I am also hungry. Since this is the greatest city in America, I realize that I am surrounded by authorized hotdog vendors on virtually every street corner. These professional street meat chefs lure you in with the smell of weiners and saurkraut.

Mmm…I know what I’m going to get as I approach the cart, and I know exactly how much money I have in my pocket too. I tell the guy “three hot dogs to go, mustard and saurkraut”…and he starts to build my delicious dogs. As I’m standing there I begin to feel like I’m standing in a camp fire, and realize that at this very moment, the blissful grin on my face is turning to a frown because I am breathing in chestnut smoke. What the frick…why do I have to breathe in chestnut smoke? People don’t smoke in bars anymore because of smoking laws. People smoke in designated areas in the country and are segregated from the rest of the population, so why should I have to wait in a chestnutty smoke aura while I wait for my hot dog? This is ridiculous….