Blood, Sweat & Trade Secrets

Blood, Sweat & Trade SecretsThe Tampon ParadeOnce upon a time, in a concrete house on the west bank of the Río Hardy, on one of those 110-degree, humid afternoons that in Southeast Asia would have imparted an air of Buddhist dreaminess to everything but that in Mexico expressed itself in simple torpidity, a woman from the Cucapah reservation, who traveled by slow bus five days out of every seven to the maquiladora in Mexicali where she assembled unknown components for the better than average wag...