I appreciate all efforts towards so-called greening. But I always have. These folks who are telling me "that's recyclable, you know" are treading on dangerously thin ice. I've been carrying their weight in recyclables for 20 years, and I still feel bad about how long it took me to get on board.
Until I moved and got my beautiful blue bucket, I lugged carloads of bottles, cans and boxes to Burbank. I take the cans and bottles with me from the restaurant, if I'm not sure they are doing the right thing. I boycott certain companies, and the packaging of a product figures heavily into my buying decisions.
When I was waiting tables at Max & Erma's in the beautiful Pittsburgh neighborhood of Shadyside - I've never forgotten it - I mentioned something about how it hurt to throw all the beer bottles away, and that I couldn't believe they didn't have a recycling program, and my co-worker, a senior server, turned to me and said, "Oh. You're an environmentalist?" It gave me paws. (I meant that.) And I remember thinking, "wow, is that even still a word?" That was 1992. You're either for or against, People.
Just a smidge of personal responsibility, is all, and I promise it won't hurt. It will even feel good.
Jenny
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it should be so simple. I still remember lobbying at my old job back in boston to set up 'for recycling' bins around the office for the reams of paper we went through every day... and then seeing the housekeeping staff dumping the papers into the same bin and the regular trash barrels... my heart sank.
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