It's fatalism, but more liberal-on-autopilot than intelligent. I wonder if she has ever been to a poor country, or a poor neighborhood in a rich country. In those places, too, people eat sandwiches wrapped in plastic. I bet it is even the case that people who work in factories that produce single-use plastics eat such sandwiches. All of this is done for her, yes, but only insofar as she is one among billions.
I'm sure it's true that if you looked at each component of the production of that sandwich (or any sandwich sold anywhere)--from the farmers of its probably two dozen or more ingredients to the food processors to the plastic factory workers to the label designers to the cost guys who decided how many grams of cheese it should have--you would find a range of working conditions and compensation. And, presumably, exploitation, since every document of civilization etc.
I would like to encourage Sally Rooney to look into the question of what kind of lives all the people whose labor went into the making that sandwich lead, and to base her next novel on those findings.
If she does something like that, great. But if instead she is going to keep whining about having to live in an imperfect world, I--will keep complaining about it.
It's fatalism, but more liberal-on-autopilot than intelligent. I wonder if she has ever been to a poor country, or a poor neighborhood in a rich country. In those places, too, people eat sandwiches wrapped in plastic. I bet it is even the case that people who work in factories that produce single-use plastics eat such sandwiches. All of this is done for her, yes, but only insofar as she is one among billions.
I'm sure it's true that if you looked at each component of the production of that sandwich (or any sandwich sold anywhere)--from the farmers of its probably two dozen or more ingredients to the food processors to the plastic factory workers to the label designers to the cost guys who decided how many grams of cheese it should have--you would find a range of working conditions and compensation. And, presumably, exploitation, since every document of civilization etc.
I would like to encourage Sally Rooney to look into the question of what kind of lives all the people whose labor went into the making that sandwich lead, and to base her next novel on those findings.
If she does something like that, great. But if instead she is going to keep whining about having to live in an imperfect world, I--will keep complaining about it.