Our washing machine died,
and based on recommendations
from our neighborhood’s social media site,
we called a local, family-owned appliance company.
Their representative showed up and said we needed a new control panel.
Two days later he arrived to install it, and did.
Turns out the circuit board wasn’t working either,
and Reid said, “I can’t recommend replacing that too.
So we can take out the control panel we put in and send it back,
and just charge you for a service call.”
“Thank you,” I said, and then,
“So since you’re in the business,
and we’re in need of a new washer,
what do you recommend?”
“I don’t recommend,” he said.
“They’re all junk.”
I’ve been mulling that over ever since.
They’re all junk.
What does the manufacture
and acceptance of junk
do to a society?
What does it say about us as consumers
that we tolerate the manufacture of junk?
which seems another few steps beyond planned obsolescence—
which I’ve always thought bad enough.
What does it say about us
that supply and demand
has become supply and accept?
What does it do to the soul of a country driven by business,
to have so much business that makes junk?