Stanley Fish had a superb opinion piece ("I Am, Therefore I Pollute") in the New York Times a few days ago. He touches on a subject that many of us weary of the rather un-zeigeisty and more tiresomely trend-driven green movement are willing to admit is bothersome. What do you do when 'going green' is ultimately an inconvenience, and for once, you'd like to stomp your carbon footprint firmly and squarely in the ass of all things eco-friendly? Fish laments,
Meanwhile, by the weak light shed by the virtuous bulbs, I am eating local meat — meat from cows organically raised and humanely slaughtered (what a phrase!). It is of course expensive, but what is worse, it tastes bad...I’m sure it is a better quality, and that buying it sustains the local community and strikes a blow against agrabusiness, but I just don’t like it. And since I hate vegetables, becoming a vegetarian is not an option....Now don’t get me wrong. I am wholly persuaded by the arguments in support of the practices I resist. I believe that recycling is good and that disposable paper products are bad. I believe in global warming. I believe in Al Gore. But it is possible to believe something and still resist taking the actions your belief seems to require.
As a person with her own closet full of environmentally unsound skeletons - skeletons whose bare bones are actually quite out in the open, waving at passers by and declaring, "I eat on disposable paper plate products instead of doing dishes because I'm the anti-woman and I hate doing dishes! Sorry, environment! Sorry, Al Gore!" - I can relate with Fish's complaints when he says, "I don't want to save the planet. I just want to inhabit it as comfortably as possible for as long as I have."
Read the rest of the article here and weigh in either mentally or in the comments section. Or better yet, next time we're hanging out eating unethically produced food off of styrofoam plates, tell me what you think.