This week, I’m sharing a post about climate emergency that’s not really about the climate.
This post conveys a specific mood – the one where we’re all sitting here, sticky with sweat, during one of the hottest months the planet has ever known, typing furiously into our keyboards on our couches (because apparently we all work remotely now); feeling cabin fever and wanting to get out of the country yet simultaneously feeling guilty for even thinking about that because firstly, so many people have died and I’m thinking about travel?! And secondly, jet fuel is horrible for C02 emissions. And the latter is obviously top of mind because of how hot it’s been and how many showers I’m taking these days.
It’s no wonder we’re all having meltdowns.
Anyway, I shared this week’s post because I resonated with the author so much. I’m sick of the climate stuff (even though I know it’s a fucking emergency). And sick of feeling helpless because I know most of what I do doesn’t count (despite lobbyists’ best efforts to redirect responsibility onto consumers). And sick of feeling like a big fat hypocrite.
Also, I just thought it was a good piece of writing.
Suffice it to say, I don’t think we’d even be here talking about enough if not for the fact that our planet appears to be having a heatstroke due to our ludicrous consumption habits and waste.
Cynically, I doubt it’ll make much difference at this point if a bunch of people decide to consume less. But at least those people will have an easier time adjusting when the earth is dying, global supply chains break down, supermarkets are half empty, and we can’t just thoughtlessly buy shit off the internet and expect it to show up the next day in a thousand unnecessary layers of cardboard and foam packaging.
Sorry, didn’t intend for this to end so darkly. But we’re here now and I have nothing left to say. 🤷♂️
Seeya next Monday,
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