I am not a mother, but I am an aunt. That is a role I take very seriously and so four times in the past month and a half, I've went through the same worry that parents all over the place have undergone and have rushed about the house with my sister (who is a mom), frantically dumping toy boxes and bib drawers.
We've picked up the phone and dialed my mother, my grandmother, my older sister. We've crossed checked toys they have with lists of recalled toys. And in the end, we've breathed sighs of relief that our boys are safe. Despite the toy boxes they have all over our house, my mother's house, my grandmother's house, my older sister's house they owned not a single toxic toy or bib.
That is to say none that we know about at any rate. And that's what worries me the most. I've become quite livid about the entire situation. Not just because it's kids, my kids (or close enough to being my kids that biology and the fact that they have two moms really doesn't mean crap at this point), but because it just keeps piling up.
Don't we have government partly so they can ensure our safety? And doesn't part of ensuring the safety of citizens mean ensuring that the foods they consume are free of killer bacteria, that the products they buy are free of killer toxins? Isn't that what the CPSC the FDA and several other of those acronyms were created to do?
So, why aren't they doing their jobs? And why aren't we kicking up more of a fuss about it than we have thus far? Has consumerism become tantamount to risk and are we really okay with that as a society?
Goddess knows, I'm not okay with it. Not even a little bit.
First it was massive food recalls after people started turning up gravely ill or dead. Peanut butter that we had already half eaten. And then it was blood in the urine of my Chihuahua and a rush to the vet after he had consumed pet food that was killing cats and dogs. And then it was the frantic rush to make sure the toothpaste that we use religiously was okay. Thomas the Tank Engines that we had to pry out of Kaia's hands to cross check with the list. Fisher Price toys that we had to sneak out of toy boxes to look at. Bibs we had to secrete away from Alo to compare.
And with each frantic check, we became more nervous and more angry. We are a nation of consumers. And, until all of this started, we would happily shell out 20.00 for the train set that would send Kaia into an immediate squeal of toddler delight, 5.00 for the giant jar of peanut butter that would have sis happily munching PB&J sandwiches like she was a kid, a few dollars for the gravy covered dog food that had my pets lolling at my feet like I was the Queen of the World. It wasn't a big deal. We bought because we wanted too and because could afford too.
And now, being a consumer is no longer such a thoughtless deed. Just yesterday I stared for half an hour at a train table the boys would have absolutely adored, torn between the desire to gift them with something that would thrill them into a frenzy of flying toys until every train they own had been depositing onto that table, and the fear that I would be gifting them with something that I would only then have to pry away from them to keep them safe. I walked out of the store without that train table.
And that pissed me off. It shouldn't be like this. We should be free to march into the grocery store, the pet store, the toy store and buy what we want; free of worry that doing so will result in illness or potential death. Instead, we march in and stare in trepidation at the products lining the shelves, wondering which will be next on the ever growing list of killer products. We eat, drink and make merry at our own risk. That's just not acceptable to me. Not as a consumer, not as a wife and sure as hell not as an aunt to toddlers.
The FDA, the CPSC and all of those other acronym known organizations need to step up and do what they were instated to do. Until they do that, they’ve failed society. And we have allowed it by not holding them to their responsibilities, by looking the other way, and by pretending that the latest problem was just another fluke or a China problem. It’s not just a fluke; it’s not just a China problem.
When it comes into our nation and into our hands, it becomes an American problem, whether it was made in China, California or on Pluto. Laying the blame on China and saying China must fix it does little to address the fact that if it can happen to Chinese made products, it can (and does) happen to American made products.
Cross-posted to ProgressiveU.org