Normally, going to the grocery store doesn’t make me angry. But this multinational conglomerate picked the absolute wrong day to flaunt their transnational corporate attempts to sanitize their treatment of employees—especially women—in my face.

• stop wrecking the health of your workers by making them pick in fields fumigated with toxic agrochemicals and pesticides
• stop denying them decent health care and training by hiring short-term contract workers and paying subsistence wages with no benefits
• stop devaluing people by subjecting female workers to gender-based violence and discrimination
• stop forcing women to undergo mandatory pregnancy testing before offering them your terrible job

And stop sticking pink ribbons on your bananas trying to convince me that you care about women’s longevity and health.

Like I said, normally these hypocrisies don’t ruin my day. Or maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. It’s like calling an intelligent accomplished woman a “stupid person,” “weak,” “dumb as a rock” and “lazy.” And then claiming your views will make a certain country great again.

Curious what Chiquita means? Cutie, honey, little girl.

According to my internet search, “Chiquita can only be said to someone or something female.” To me, there’s nothing endearing about the Chiquita-Fyffes corporation and its $3 billion annual revenue…the world’s biggest banana republic.