Why I Stopped Apologizing for Buying Products from China Let me paint you a picture. It’s 7 PM on a Tuesday, and I’m sitting cross-legged on my living room floor surrounded by cardboard boxes. My cat, Miso, is attacking a plastic bubble wrap roll. I’m holding a ceramic mug that looks exactly like the one from that boutique in SoHo, except this one set me back six bucks instead of forty. My roommate walks in, raises an eyebrow, and asks, “Another shipment from China?” I used to feel defensive about that question. Like I needed to justify why half my apartment is furnished with things ordered from across the Pacific.…