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Back in June I saw a Fiji Water display in my grocery store, offering the chance to win a vacation to Fiji, the military junta–controlled island paradise where Fiji Water comes from.

Because I do not hang out with beautiful people or shop in the bottled water aisle, this was maybe the first time I had actually seen a bottle of Fiji water, and I’m not sure I had even heard of the brand until 2009 when I read this article about Fiji Water in Mother Jones (highlights: water is taken from an aquifer in a country where a large portion of the population lacks access to reliable water supplies; it is bottled in a diesel-powered plant using plastic shipped from China; the finished bottles are then shipped around the world so you can look trendy while drinking something you could have had for less than a penny from tap; bottled water production and transportation for the U.S. market uses 32 to 54 million barrels of oil a year).

It made me want to add a little sign to the display, like this guy did, and when the soccer mom ahead of me in the checkout line pulled a six pack out of her cart I was tempted to strike up a conversation to find out if she usually bought the stuff (and if so, why) or was just doing it because of the display.

It occurred to me that some of my objection to bottled water is on stupidity grounds rather than environmental. So many people have bought in to the bottled water marketing (which has created “manufactured demand”) and pay thousands of times more for bottled water than they would pay for water from their own tap, convincing themselves that it tastes better or is safer (many studies have shown that neither is true, on average) or that the “convenience” is worth this huge price premium.

I started to write this up back when I first saw it but didn’t because it’s a) yet another post in which I call people “stupid” and b) yet another grocery store post. But then the other day a post at Ode (a magazine “for intelligent optimists”) took me to this video about the evils of bottled water, and I figured that if the optimists can bring your attention to the matter, then I can, too (though they didn’t call anyone stupid).

To be fair, the Ode post has this disclaimer:

On the surface, this post may not seem like a positive, optimistic one, but there is a significantly sunny side. With harsh knowledge comes the desire to take action and initiate true change. Each of Leonard’s videos ends with a collection of tips on creating a positive impact, both daily and in the long-term.

In that spirit, I am optimistic that each of you will take the knowledge I have given you and go forth to have a positive impact on the world. Good luck with that.

 

Moral outrage: hydrocarbon industry edition

 Posted by Bill on June 14, 2010 at 10:20 pm
Jun 142010
 

Who’s responsible for the ongoing oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico? BP, Transocean, and Halliburton are all blaming each other. It’s clear that the fault lies with some combination of the three of them. But if you’re a Republican politician who wants more oil drilling and who believes that the government should leave companies like BP alone and count on them to “regulate” themselves, you can’t admit that. The answer? Blame god. Yep: Oklahoma Representative Tom Cole and Texas Governor Rick Perry both think that the spill is an “act of god” that could not have been foreseen or prevented.

They clearly haven’t read the recent article from ProPublica (also published in The Washington Post), which looks at BP’s long history of safety and environmental problems. BP’s own “series of internal investigations over the past decade warned senior BP managers that the company repeatedly disregarded safety and environmental rules and risked a serious accident if it did not change its ways.” One internal report, from 2001, noted that “BP had neglected key equipment needed for emergency shutdown, including safety shutoff valves and gas and fire detectors similar to those that could have helped prevent the fire and explosion on the Deepwater Horizon rig in the Gulf.”

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Mother Teresa was an evil witch I sometimes read the advice columns in the paper, primarily for entertainment but occasionally for insight. Some days it’s hard to avoid reading at least one of them, since The Washington Post carries at least four. All those plus the horoscope and that’s pretty much the Style section on a bad day.

I like Carolyn Hax, partly because she deals with issues that are more likely to be relevant to me than the others do, but mostly because I like her style. She tells people what they need to hear, gets snarky when she needs to, and doesn’t pull any punches.

I’m more familiar with Amy Dickinson from her role as a panelist on Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me! than I am from reading her column, which I don’t do often, so I don’t have a good feel for her style. But the headline on her column caught my eye the other day and I read this (go look: I’m not making this up):

Dear Amy:

I have 10 children, ranging in age from 2 to 21. I am 51 years old. Am I still supposed to play with them? They think so, but I say, “Enough!”

Tired

Amy responds that “if at all possible you should interact with your children (at least sometimes) in play” and recommends that “Tired” and the rest of us watch the Babies documentary so we can see how important play is.

I suspect that Carolyn would not have been so mild in her response. And certainly I won’t be:

Dear “Tired”:

You did not indicate whether you created all of these children, or adopted them, or acquired them through marriage. I’m going to assume that you produced them all yourself, and say this: Are you fucking kidding me? You are the most selfish person I have encountered this week. You chose to burden this planet with 10 children, and now that you have fulfilled whatever narcissistic need that was all about you have decided that you can’t be bothered with being a parent to them.

You’re tired? You should have said “enough!” a long time ago. You didn’t realize after the first child or two that it takes some effort to be a parent? It took you 10 to figure that out? You didn’t think, at age 48, “Say, if I have another kid now, I’ll be 67 before she’s grown up and out of the house. Maybe I should make do with the 9 that I already have.”?

You need to go get yourself neutered right now and then spend some time thinking about whether your children would be better off with an adoptive parent who can spare the energy for them.

Instead of watching Babies, dear readers, you should all go read Julia Whitty’s article “The Last Taboo” from the current issue of Mother Jones magazine, which talks about the problems that our planet is facing due to overpopulation, and about the reluctance of our society to deal with or even discuss the issue.

The silver lining for you, “Tired”: you can stop worrying about your carbon footprint. Forget about recycling, sustainable living, and all the rest: Your carbon legacy dwarfs anything you can possibly make up for in your lifetime. Fun fact: you and your descendants will spew as much carbon into the atmosphere as 680 average Bangladeshi mothers and their descendants.

Seriously, people: go read the “The Last Taboo.” Even if you don’t care about or believe in the long-term impacts that human overpopulation is having on the planet you might be able to appreciate its impacts on people living today in overpopulated countries like India (17 percent of the human population squeezed into 2.5 percent of the Earth’s land; 53 percent of the population living in poverty). The article discusses the links between overpopulation, poverty, literacy, education, human rights, women’s rights, birth reproductive rights, and environmental degradation, and explores how microlending is helping with all of this.

A related article discusses the Catholic church’s untenable position on family planning and looks at how close the Vatican came in 1966 to allowing birth control.

It all got me thinking about Mother Teresa, who I recently learned is being honored with a U.S. postage stamp later this year. Apparently Americans still hold the image of Mother Teresa as a great humanitarian (though most, I suspect, are vague on what she’s meant to have done) and don’t realize that she was a fanatic and a fraud. Most people believe that Mother Teresa spent her life trying to improve the lot of India’s poor, when in fact she glorified poverty and suffering and did little to alleviate either. She vigorously opposed the one thing that could have done the most good for the population she claimed to care about: birth control.

Notes

Originally I had written “wanh” in the headline instead of “wah,” since there is no accepted spelling for that crying sound. Out of curiosity I did a search, and the Urban Dictionary entry for “wanh wanh” was one of the first hits. I was quite amused to find that two girls from a Catholic high school believe that they invented the expression “wanh wanh.” Who knows: maybe it’s true. Don’t stop believin’.

 

Really nice oil spill photos

 Posted by Bill on May 6, 2010 at 11:54 pm
May 062010
 

It’s a sad irony that environmental destruction can yield beautiful photographs. I was flipping through the Style section in today’s Washington Post not really reading anything when I saw a great picture that I at first thought was accompanying an article about a new art or photography exhibit. Then I focused and realized it was a photograph by Associated Press photographer Eric Gay of shrimp boats in the BP oil slick in the Gulf of Mexico (illustrating an article on what the oil spill should be named):

Shrimp boats are used to collect oil with booms in the waters of Chandeleur Sound, La
AP / Eric Gay

(Though it was more striking splashed across a full page in print, where
it looked more abstract out of the corner of my eye.)

You can see some other nice photos from Gay (and other photographers) here. The Post has a large gallery of photos from the oil spill here (you just have to sit through a commercial first). Gay’s are in there as well, somewhere near the end.