A good decade ago, I edited an extended “green” feature. It involved a lot of images of the type we’ve become almost immune to now. Sad polar bears on broken pieces of ice. Dead sea birds, the plastic contents of their stomachs beside them in a horrible little heap.
My bosses at the time were concerned – “too negative!” they said and they requested a short tip next to each image outlining “What You Can Do”.
We know most of that stuff now: take the bus, dodge the single-use plastic, eat less meat, switch off the light in the hall. Most of us have even started doing these things, sometimes. But I think we’re also losing faith in some of that advice. It can be hard to see that trusty hessian supermarket bag as the solution to melting icecaps, hurricanes and toxic oceans lapping at our waterfront property doorsteps.
It’s governments and big business who can save the world now. Our vote probably matters more than our recycling habits. (But please recycle anyway!)
I know this is grim subject matter of a Sunday morn. And I don’t want it to take the shine off the Shoe of the Week or Jordan’s delicious Feijoa and Molasses cake. Because this is life in the West as we know it in 2018. It’s the best of times with the underlying threat of the worst of times. An all-youcan-eat buffet of pleasures and conveniences, with nature’s impending revenge. What can we do but roll with it?