You know what I hate? The idea that recycling, conservation, and environmentalism is looked down upon. When did recycling become something to snicker about, a sign of weakness?
My boss cannot for the life of him figure out how to recycle. When I asked him if we could start a recycling bin in the office (there is plenty of material), he said he was "just going to do that." Then why is it, I wonder, that I have to fish his McDonalds wrappers, napkins, straws, and soda cups out of the recycling bin every morning.
I made a very detailed list of items that can and cannot go in the bin, and although he commented about it, I don't think he's read it.
Here's how I'm imagining his train of thought: "Aw, look at her. She made a sign for the recycle bin. She's one of THOSE people."
Honestly, what is wrong with being one of THOSE people?
I wish he'd read my sign and figure out what goes in the bin for himself, but I'm satisfied fishing things out of it myself because I know they will get recycled. I asked if we could start doing it because it's not really any extra work, but I wasn't annoying about it.
I think it's important that everyone does what they can when and how they can. People who recycle aren't whiners (any more so than everyone else, that is), so why are we treated as sub-par?
When did caring about something, albeit something as insignificant as our own survival, become something only hippies do?