Have any of you heard the country song about the Red Solo cup? It’s catchy and funny and great writing, but it’s the ultimate ode to a disposable lifestyle.
Why can’t you still “get lucky and proceed to party” from a glass instead of a red plastic cup? The song mentions it takes about 14 years for the cup to break down. The depressing thing is…that’s about right.
I never thought twice two years ago about a sight like this.
Now it saddens and sickens me and there’s not a thing I can do about it. Ignorance really is bliss. But I don’t have that luxury anymore. So, what am I going to do about it?
The only thing I know how. I stopped buying. I’m now making most of my own food and many of my bath and cleaning products. Some of them, I’m simply waiting to run out of and then don’t intend on buying ever again.
But I’m one person in a sea of billions. Will it really make a difference in the end? Will my children suffer? Will theirs?
I still cling to the idea that I think it’s worth it. And I still believe education is the only way out of all this.
Happy July 4th everyone! Reach for a glass rather than a Red Solo cup, if you can. 🙂
Red Solo cup articles:
- The Red SOLO Cup Goes Fancy (apartmenttherapy.com)
- Red Solo Cup (adventureinbravado.wordpress.com)
- Red Solo Cup Restaurant (#261) (tincantraveler.wordpress.com)
- I’m Freeeee (hollyinthecity.wordpress.com)