I’ve mentioned before that the home page on Mr. Bookworm’s browser is the New York Times, which very much affects his outlook on things. I’ve therefore been unsurprised that, in the past year or so, my husband has been mouthing a lot of “green” stuff. “Turn off the lights, to help stop global warming.” “We don’t need the heater on; it’s creating global warming.” “I want a new energy efficient car to help stop global warming.” The kids, who already get the sermon at school (usually in the form of endless pieces of paper reminding us in a sentence or two per page to recycle), get a repeat from Mr. Bookworm at home.
What did surprise me, though, was Mr. Bookworm’s behavior on this vacation. We’re staying at a very nice hotel, which is generous with the towels — and Mr. Bookworm more than takes advantage of that generosity. He goes through at least five per day. He also showers for a half hour at a time and leaves all the lights on in the room. When I task him with this, not on green grounds, but simply because I hate waste, he says it’s part of what he’s paying the hotel for. In another words, he’s not green at all. He just mouths it to justify what some might call cheap (and I call “waste not, want not”).
I suspect my husband’s skin deep, pocket book environmentalism is not unique. Indeed, nothing shows that more clearly than the Gore-ish, and foolish, reliance on carbon offset credits, which are nothing more than a way to be profligate with energy sources, while at the same time denying any responsibility.