|Does All This Environmentalism Really Matter Anyway?|
|Wednesday, 30 January 2013 00:00 | Written by Tonya Kay | Blog Entry|
There it is—right there! And even more over here. In fact, kale is all around. So, why can't I eat it for a salad today?
Catering on the set of this television show has oodles of kale—underneath the turkey slices, garnishing the deviled eggs, and floating wearily amidst melting ice under the serving bowls that hold… the iceberg salad option. Is my world set up to work against me?
But I don't complain. In fact, I usually just bring a gallon of fresh juiced apple, beet, ginger, spinach and lemon juice to the set so I don't have to. Complain, that is. The last thing I want to be is That Girl who "can't eat this" or "has a problem with that." I've developed the "It's no big deal" attitude over the past 29 years of vegetarianism (19 of which have been vegan and the past 11 raw). I mean, how are people supposed to be open to my lifestyle if I have a problem with it?
People wanna talk about my green health choices, chefs will create special orders and best of all, when I don't gab about what others should or shouldn't eat, antagonists don't try to tell me what to eat. But this is ridiculous! There is kale right there, but I'm stuck with this iceberg salad. Sometimes I feel like just giving up.
I watch green idealists and vegetarians do it all the time. They give in to outdated medical marketing and slip a little salmon in here and there. Their businesses give in to profit and package their "health" products in petro-plastic. Or they give up on humanity in general and retreat to their permaculture heaven in the remote forests, or their thatched-roof bungalow on the tropical island. Anywhere they no longer have to deal with the harshness of the rest of the world—hoarding their ability to make a difference all to themselves.
Of course, everyone is different and just because a hippie lives in the woods does not necessarily mean he has given up on affecting the world. But maybe he has. I wonder if I need to head for the hills right now myself. After spending a literal three hours on my cell phone attempting to remove myself from only five junk-mail lists (yes, I call the companies who send me junk mail to request removal every time). And in that three hours, after getting removed from only three of the five lists, I hung up the phone, spirit crushed. Forgive me for wanting to save a friggin’ tree! I saw a new light: the world is set up against me.
I usually have the most positive attitude about "doing what I do, not to 'save the world,' but to live a life doing the things I believe in." But right now, I don't want to have to call to remove myself from a mailing list I never joined. I don't want to breathe carcinogenic carpet off-gassing because my yoga studio didn't spend the money on eco flooring. I don't want to eat a lousy iceberg salad when there is kale everywhere on this catering table except in the serving dish!
Seems like there are only two choices for the daunted raw-vegan environmental activist: head for the hills and live in a gray-water, solar-heated, cob-wall fortress; or accept that none of my activism really matters at all. I mean, who does all this work matter to anyway?
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