Well, it turns out that we celebrate Earth Day because it is the anniversary of the birth of the environmental movement. The end. That's what it is. It's not National Make-Jess-Feel-Like-A-Bad-Person Day that I long suspected it was as a child. Call me a "bleeding heart liberal" or a "tree-hugger" or whatever, but I do care about the environment. I always had an interest in animals and nature even before the annual mental scarring that came with the many viewings of The Lorax. We recycle, we use vinegar to clean instead of bleach or other chemicals. If we had the room and easier outdoor access, Boyfriend would have us compost (seriously) otherwise it's too difficult to do in NYC without yard access. If Boyfriend had his way, we would have our own solar array and collect rain water and have an herb garden, these things are tough to have in such an urban environment. It's one of the many reasons we're considering moving to Los Angeles this year. I don't know if it will happen this year, but if it does, we can drive around in our hybrid or electric vehicle eating our food we grew ourselves. Just as exciting, we can be that much closer to what I like to call "Nerd Mecca" and maybe I could get a job at Sony or Naughty Dog or Pixar or somewhere amazing like that.
Wow. I sort of got off topic a bit there. Um, so to sum up:
The Lorax destroyed my psyche as a child.
California houses Nerd Mecca.
Happy Earth Day!
|Boom! Childhood ruined.|