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Extreme green

I know, I know, Kermit's tag line has been used ad nauseam in recent months, but it's so true: It's not easy bein' green.

This is one of the most honest commentaries on the green movement that I've seen. Stanley Fish is old and cranky, yes, but I totally understand his point. And I agree. I mean, we all want to do what we can do to save Mother Earth, but why make yourself crazy? And how do we know that what we're doing in our day-to-day lives are actually being carried through? I speak, for instance, of our wacky, throw-everything-into-one-bin system of recycling here in my home state...how do we know that the plastic milk jugs are being adequately separated from the green-glass wine bottles?

I say do what you can do within your financial means and comfort zone, and always be mindful of your footprint.

Extremism in any form is dangerous, even extreme green.

(Read some of the vitriolic comments to Fish's post, too...scary radical tree huggers!)

TODAY I'M GRATEFUL FOR
time with my best girls in NJ...it's always better when we're together.

(Oh, and I'm really grateful for Memere's sewing skills!)
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