What do beer, cigarettes, soft drinks, the lottery, coffee shops, and fast food restaurants have in common? Answer: They all produce 90% of the trash that is thrown to the roadside. This approximate statistic is based on the experience I had this morning. I filled two trash bags over a period of two hours, alongside 1.2 miles of road.
The first bag was a cheap drawstring kitchen bag; I carried it until it ripped. My dad brought me a 55-gallon construction-grade bag, which I carried until it became too bulky and heavy to continue. I didn’t have much of a plan; next time I will take some friends, each with a designated bag for aluminum, glass, cardboard, etc. for recycling purposes.
On that note, I recently found this blog called Stuff White People Like. It’s a satirical, comedic, exposé of high-class white values; NOT a racist venture. The author has written about 134 things (and counting) that white people like—everything from organic food to awareness. (Number 64 on the list: recycling.) It all comes down to pointing out the narcissistic self-service and aims for political correctness among many high-class Americans. Needless to say, the comment sections are filled with backlash and controversial discussions.
I see the “white” attitudes and ideals reflected in my own, which is surprising. Here I thought I was different; internationally and perhaps more culturally aware, yet I seem to subconsciously adopt different interests and ideas than those of my immediate community—rural high schoolers and missionary kids. And I like it. I like being different. But the irony! if this website truly depicts the current state of white American culture, than I am being molded into the stereotype. For evidence look no further than this blog: my tags read ‘organic, vegetarian, farmer’s market, buy local, travel, bike, recycling…’ Or how about that post on “the moral minefield” of shopping (#82)? My goodness. The latest post mentions “things made by someone named Tom,” like the Tom’s of Maine deodorant and toothpaste in my bathroom and the plain canvas TOMS on my feet. (So, TOMS aren’t made by Tom; they actually have something to do with “tomorrow,” but hey. Point made.)
I won’t deny my love of sea salt that I like all these things I mentioned, and I don’t believe it’s just to impress people. I’ve truly been convinced that recycling, supporting farmer’s markets, and eating less meat are sustainable, good ways of life. At one time I followed this lifestyle no matter the cost, but now I am unable to. And I like being outside, camping, and biking. Grammar (#99) satisfies my perfectionist tendencies, and I would never abandon community service!
However, I will never do this to my car:
PS: The Earth doesn’t have much to do with this. Rather, one woman who slowed down for a second to say thank you and God bless you—that made it worth it.
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