Little M.I.S.S. Frustrated sez: It's Not Easy Being Green
A friend mentioned to me once that Prius drivers are the worst drivers ever: the combination of staring at a screen, switching between electric and gas, and running off smug self-entitlement gave her a reason to scream out “Move your shit, hippie!” And although her and I both would like to see polar bears make it into the next decade, I’ve witnessed enough self-righteous “green” lectures to make me want to throw a styrofoam cup at, just to piss these treehuggers off.
In my opinion, I do my best to lower my carbon footprint: tote a Nalgene water bottle, recycle, take public transportation, thrift and sell as much as possible, eat locally, and made numerous attempts start a compost pile with my banana peels and coffee filters (*shrug).
Little M.I.S.S. Frustrated: It's Not Easy Being Green
The problem with “going green” is having the privilege to make that choice. If you are blue collar, like myself, it’s hard to eat a macrobiotic arugula salad with free range Niman Ranch beef, when you can get a Jumbo Jack for 99 cents. What I do not appreciate are people, rich people, who make me feel guilty for eating anything with a face and hold me personally responsible for the deforestation necessary to eat that meal.
And buying Burt’s Bees or Kashi or Stella McCartney or Whole Foods is missing the point, since any extraneous consumerism, green or not, is added carbon emissions to the atmosphere (don’t even get me started on “investment pieces”!). So while I support corporations, buildings, and automobiles going green, why don’t we, human beings, fix our thinking first and simply learn to live on less? Easier said than done, but let’s start with showing, not telling, people how we can have more respect for the environment, and starting with each other.
