I’ll admit it. A few years ago when I was a “fanatical, cloth diapering, organic only buying, breastfeeding warrior” I hated Walmart. I loathed Walmart. I also didn’t have one located near my house. I would watch documentaries from my couch while nursing the baby, claiming that “Yes! as soon as I quit nursing I too would be vegan, mass chicken product banning, only organic product, looking for every cause to better the world” person. I stuck my nose up at Walmart as if it was the most vile place on earth, because I had seen the documentary telling me to hate it. They treat their workers like shit, put small businesses out of business, suck suck suck all around.

And then they opened one down the street. Brand new. A little bit environmentally friendly. Clean. Organized. AND CHEAP. The economy tanked, every one was panicked, and I needed to cut corners like everyone else. So I went into Walmart.

Now you can’t get me out. They carry organic now. The clothes are a better quality. See my cute $3 hat? I ran into the store for an electrical cord, and took a picture of the $3 clearance purchase. And even if I knew how to knit, there’s no way in hell I would manage to make a hat for $3. You might be able to, but I would spend 10xs that by the time I got it right- and my right would not be a standard worth of wearing. If you catch my drift.

So here it is, I am admitting it out loud. I hate loving Walmart. But I love love the prices and the fact I can find many of my favorite high end brand foods finally. But believe me, I’ll never stop calling it Hellmart. Now it’s just a word referring to the people shopping beside me, not the store itself.