My view on going green and global warming
Going green in
California is like saying that we should all breathe air at some
point in our lives. It’s a given. Growing up here you’re
instilled with habits like recycling, turning off lights when you
leave a room, turning off the tap while brushing your teeth, that
sort of thing. It’s always been a no-brainer for me; it’s
just been not only the right thing to do, but also habit.
Now going green is
the new rally cry of America, and everyone is jumping on board the
green train. Great, good for them, super glad to hear it. But do I
really need to hear about it every single day non-stop? Especially
in San Francisco, arguably the most green obsessed city on Earth?
No, no I do not.
Look, I’m
already continuing on my green quest, and upping the ante a little
bit. I’m painting my apartment with organic, non-toxic paint
so that I can dispose of it in the regular garbage and it doesn’t
smell like chemicals. I’m thinking of selling my small SUV for
one of those Smart Cars (mainly because they’re cute, look like
Furby’s and I can park ANYWHERE. I mean anywhere!), and I
always take my canvas bags to the grocery store to use instead of
paper bags. What else does Al Gore want me to do? Stop taking
showers, grow dreadlocks and protest slaughterhouses? Wait, I’m
sure that’s exactly what I’m expected to do as a
Californian.
I’m fairly
sure that the reason that both the left and right coasts are so big
on going green is because subconsciously, we all know that Middle
America will never go green. Not until they start making tractors
that run on bio-fuel and the pick-up truck is no longer en vogue.
I’m guessing that being caught driving a Prius in Texas is
punishable by five years in prison, or even the fast track to the
electric chair. So is Middle America to blame for the constant
stream of green propaganda on both coasts? Sure, why not.
Going green is a
great thing, everyone should really be more conscious about their
waste and how they go about lives. It’s like going on a life
diet; it’s not easy, you’re going to screw up every once
in while, but you’ll end up feeling better about yourself by
sticking to it. But I am getting tired of people throwing around the
green buzz words like “carbon footprint”, or “zero
emissions”, things us in San Francisco have become accustomed
to hearing on an almost daily basis. I don’t need to be
reminded daily that I’m killing the planet by not wearing
organic threads, okay?
And with that
said, if anyone from Green Peace is reading this, please stop posting
your minions up on every freaking street corner. How can I avoid
your condescending stares and petition pushing if you won’t
just let me be? Hippies.
Slangin’ The Word
My favorite slang
word would most definitely be “Hoochanka”. Coined by a
surly bartender down in Tucson, AZ, it describes a girl somewhere
between slutty sorority girl and flat out prostitute. Not yet
popular in use, hoochanka is widely used in, well, my circle of
friends. So I guess this is hoochanka’s coming out party. I
even used it last night! Working at the bar, I see my fair share of
Hoochankas. These two girls walked in last night, complete with
hooker heels, short jean skirts covered by their boobalicious empire
waste going-out shirts, extensions and a face that looks like they
fell straight first into a MAC counter (overly made up with shiny
make-up, ugh). I wish I had a picture that I could post, but I’m
sure everyone knows or has seen some hoochanka’s out there.