I Bought a Coffee Mug Today. It Was Made in China.

What did most people occupy their lives with just a couple hundred years ago? Well that's easy, it seems to me like the majority of people would spend their days busily preparing and producing material goods, like food (totes obvi) or useful and important tools for living like chairs or clothes or any of a wide array of different instruments for making coffee.

Then we got all industrial and now most of those things are mass-produced -- lower costs, less time investment, and often better quality (with the primary loss as far as the actual good is concerned being only that EVERYONE'S EVERYTHING LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME.)

Also there's no "love" or "compassion" or "the least bit of human contact" cooked into my twinkie or sewn into my polo, but whatever. 

But wait! That's a lot of displaced employees. People can't just sit and lazily enjoy the fruits of industry their whole lives! Money in modern economies doesn't work that way, and people seem to rapidly lose dignity and the capacity to not hate every aspect of their lives when they don't have something like work to do or the ability to "provide" in some sense. Plus, we spread like kudzu and cane toads, so there's a lot more of us now. What do all those people do?

Well it turns out a lot of them sell souvenirs.

"Prominent"

Which is kind of ironic -- or something -- because they're either the last remaining outlets for the actual handmade goods, or they sell the worst of the worst of the kitschiest, cheesiest, most mass-produced and uniform of the industrial goods -- and then attempt to pass it off as handmade.

That can be a good job, and it can be an easy job -- but it probably depends a lot on where you are, what the economy and political environment is like around you, that sort of thing.

If you're one of umpteen billion identical shops in the Old City of Jerusalem, and you happen to reside in a country where tourism and thus your income are entirely contingent on the thoroughly volatile geopolitical situation, you might have a pretty rough go of it.

And it only gets worse if you're in, say, Bethlehem. (Because giant concrete walls and security checkpoints might not deter violent extremists or contribute to political solutions, but one thing they sure are good at is scaring away tourists.)

Less than a day after Jesus changed water into wine: Local resident: "You know what, I bet if we charcoal that onto a crude 1st century equivalent of a postcard, goshdarn-it, people will buy it!"

So when it comes down to it, if you're forced to choose between A) lying to tourists' faces and trying every tactic in the book to trick or simply guilt them into buying a small coffee mug with a print of a mosaic on it for five times the standard sell price or B) not feeding your family -- then the choice is not a difficult one. 

And as far as selling out your conscience, soul, and intrinsic human dignity go, there's a lot lot lot lot lot lot lot lot lot lot worse you can do "just to get by" than trapping a tourist in your shop with free coffee and inventing stories about the "people" who "made" this factory-mug by hand (while you discreetly tear off the price tag from the bottom of the mug). 

And there's space for redemption and honor in there too! Because every friendly welcome into a shop and offer of coffee or tea doesn't have to be an empty commercial gesture. You can really touch people's lives that way! (Which I guess is part of the exchange, if we want to look at it economically.)

And there's some sort of cultural/national pride and empowerment thing that can go into that -- as long as you don't feel like the symbols of your heritage are cheapened to the point of meaninglessness by being mass-produced in foreign factories and aggressively hocked at foreigners.

But yeah. I can't imagine it feels good to lie to tourists every day, even if the hospitality is always genuine. But that's life -- it's out of your control! You do what you gotta do! No matter how it makes you feel about yourself afterward. 

Disclaimers: I do not intend to cast shame or color perceptions of either souvenir store pictured.

(They're just the ones I have pictures of.)

(Also if shame was cast on any individuals anywhere then I did something wrong.)

Also for the record: I did not overpay for a coffee mug. However, haggling was a long, arduous process.

And good language practice.   

Speaking of other ridiculous consequences of the post-industrial age... This was the most relevant picture I found before I realized I had pictures of actual souvenir stores. Jerusalem's Bus Stop Graveyard.

Bibliography:


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