From here:

The Rev. Sean Krausert is feeling grubby. He has been sleeping in a tent in his backyard for 19 days and bathing every four days.

An ordained deacon from St. Michael’s Church in Canmore, Alta., Krausert isn’t preparing an audition tape for Survivor. He’s been participating in “That Poverty Project,” a reality show of his own to raise awareness about poverty.

I don’t know about you, but I had no idea that there were poor people in the world until Rev. Sean started living in his tent. I consider my awareness now fully raised; I am sure the poor feel so much better because of it.

That is a very posh looking tent, though and, now I come to think of it, when I was growing up we only used to bath once every seven days – in a tin bath with water heated in a kettle. Since we all did it (not all at once) we didn’t know we smelt – or that we were poor. In fact, in spite of the fact that I grew up with little decent food because of post-war rationing, with no car, no phone, no TV, no central heating, no vacuum cleaner, no indoor toilet, (my alcoholic grandfather – whom I loved dearly – used to urinate in the kitchen sink), a coal fired stove for cooking and no spare money at all, my parents loved me very much and I had a deliriously happy childhood.

Of course, I had no idea I wasn’t supposed to be happy – my awareness had yet to be raised.