It’s 6:12 in the morning and I am winding down from a slightly manic cleaning spree and my first 24 hours without nicotine. I’m fairly sure mopping at 5:30 am, while in one’s skivvies, is one of those uniquely bipolar things.
Shopping for Christmas presents (for people I didn’t expect to buy me things, and therefore must reciprocate the gifting in a not-really-last-minute kind of way), I decided that this whole green movement really pisses me off.
More accurately, the fact that people who five years ago wouldn’t care about tossing a six-pack sheath into the ocean to choke innocent fish are now running round with recycled market bags, worrying about carbon footprints and global warming.
Eight inches of snow in southern Louisiana makes me wonder about that last one, and what exactly is going on with our climate. But my point is more that the green movement is a trend, a fad, and a way for people to be fashionably concerned about the environment, while the majority couldn’t give two fucks about what really happened to the Earth and are just waiting for the next trend to come along.
Knowing society that next trend will be something like impaling dolphins on spikes made of not-recycled steel or somesuch.
It’s frustrating for people who were onto the whole environmental awareness thing ten or fifteen years ago, as I was, and were mocked and ridiculed. Now, suddenly, a little spotlight has these Inconvenient Truths (r) something everyone and anyone can spout off. I know I should be grateful that people are finally showing concern.
Another thing that reeeeally pisses me off? This Product (RED) business. Why charge extra for something just to donate a measly ten or fifteen cents to whatever subfund you choose with this RED bullshit? Why not be a cheaper version of the item and DONATE THE EXTRA MONEY.
Much like the shelter dog versus pedigree argument. Instead of spending FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS to buy a dog, go to a shelter. Pay 70 dollars, for the shots and whatnot, and donate the other FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY to the shelter for supplies.
Why does everything have to be about glory and prestige?
I’ve decided that instead of grad school, I’m joining AmeriCorps. I should be able to live by myself, which means not forfeiting the kitties. I’ll be able to do the work I want to do, and then decide if I really want to go back for my MPA.
