Seeing U.S. consumer goods manufactured in the developing world is one of those experiences that makes you realize what a small world we live in (or "flat" or whatever Thomas Friedman wants to call it). I remember the first time I ever watched a video in one of my Women's Studies classes of Mickey Mouse dolls being made in China, and it gave me this strong, strange feeling that "Those don't belong there." It was jarring to see his ears being sewn on, to see some lady put tiny sweaters on him over and over and over again. We see Mickey Mouse in the Disney Store at the mall, or on a shelf at Macy's, and he's never supposed to be seen before then. In fact, brands go to elaborate lengths to make sure we don't. One of many strategies are "Brand Protection Units", which a number of big name-brand manufacturers establish to ensure companies like Victoria's Secret, Nike, etc. that B-grade merchandise will never (gasp) be put in the hands of factory employees or sold to stock buyers. Instead, manufacturers incinerate thousands of t-shirts, bras, underwear, pants, jackets, and other goods in countries where outrageous amounts of people can't afford to clothe themselves. All in the name of fashion, people!
BUT, sometimes they get out anyway. As a result, you just may find yourself riding along a busy street in Colombo, Sri Lanka, thousands of miles from a North Carolina shopping mall, and coming across a wooden cart filled with UNC-Chapel Hill hats at very, very reasonable prices.

