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Confessions of a failed environmentalist
I’ve tried. Really, sort of, kind of. I’ve made small strides in going green. But truth be told, I’m a bigger failure. And c’mon, admit it: some of you are hovering under incandescent bulb as you read this, because old habits are hard to break. They say the first step to change is admitting you have a problem. So, here I publicly confess a few of my sins against the planet. Feel free to berate or relate. And I’ll be back with updates.
- I am in a checkout line without my reusable cloth bags AGAIN DAMNIT! In NYC we are forever running the daily-two-three shopping trip and if my purchases fit in my oversized purse, hallelujah! If not, I curse myself. I patted myself on the back for not buying a trendy “not-a-plastic” bag because, is there really anyone who doesn’t already have a pile of unused totes in the bottom of her closet? (If you don’t, let me know, and I’ll drop some off.) I dutifully organized my totes to be easy to see in our coat closet, which is right near the door. And then, I promptly leave the house without stashing one in my bag. I shop, I curse. Repeat daily. Recently I met a woman who lives in the suburbs and smartly stores her canvas bags in her car; unfortunately she also leaves them there when she goes into a store. At least this sin is geographically neutral.
- Why are there so many kinds of fish? How can anyone keep track of which ones have unsafe mercury levels, which ones are caught using unsavory techniques and which ones are just plain going extinct? Maybe we need less species just to reduce the confusion. OK, that was nasty, but I’m a frustrated fish-eater. Part of my frustration is the (mal)practice of markets and restaurants to create vanity names for fish or serve up a substitute to what’s listed so we can’t tell what’s actually on the menu. I do my best to keep up with which fish are OK and which to avoid with a handy pocket card (also now in mobile phone download) because I happen to have a special place in my heart for the ocean – not to mention a desire to avoid all those nasty chain reactions an extinction sets off. But I don’t always follow the guidelines.
- I drink mostly water. We aren’t a soda or sports drink family. This is good for our health but bad for the planet. I still – gasp! – use disposable plastic water bottles. I reuse them a couple of times and then put them in the recycling bin. I don’t think they are ending up in landfills but I can’t be sure, and I’m supporting the use of energy to make and transport those suckers to all the delis in a 10-block radius around my house. Many of my friends have admirably switched to Sigg bottles, but my kids reject the taste of anything in a metal container. I’ve used re-useable plastic water bottles but now we know there are health hazards associated with those (especially if you put them in the dishwasher and how else are you going to kill all those kiddie germs?).
Part of my problem may be the carbon footprint test I took. Meant to inspire people to change their ways, the test showed that an urban dweller like me is inherently environmentally friendly. By surviving with what many Americans consider ridiculously small square footage and not driving everywhere, we are low impact. I’m just not sure the test accounted for all those take-out containers we generate.
1 comment November 7, 2008
