#firstworldproblems we say jovially, since there is no other way to cope with the reality of the truth. To consider the #firstworldproblem we have just identified in any detail is to open a huge can of worms, we disappear down the r*bbit hole.
I do the dishes, look at the washing up liquid and I know I am contributing to a lasting scourge on the earth that will outlive me, the bottle is plastic and the contents “Harmful to aquatic life”.
I am bombarded by advertising trying to entice me to “buy this” “aspire to this” “be like them” “the perfect lifestyle”, I think I am ignoring it, yet I can name more company logos than I can plants in my garden.
It is near impossible to buy food which does not come in plastic packaging, hasn’t been grown without chemicals and hasn’t had cancer causing preservatives added. I pick up “food” in the supermarket, read the ingredients label and see more chemicals listed than foodstuffs, I put it back. Palm oil is hidden in so many products under so many different names that I cannot avoid it. Every time I eat I am poisoning myself, I have little choice. And we wonder why our children suffer mental health problems.
And I am one of the lucky ones, I live on an island where organic veg is easy to find, our diary cows enjoy range of the fields are well tended too, milk doesn’t come much fresher. We can eat fish, crab and lobster on the same day it was caught. But all of this comes at a price to the consumer.
A price I can fully understand, I have seen and worked in the places our food comes from. I can’t afford to buy the high quality foods all the time, but when I can I try to. Again I am one of the lucky ones, my partner grows veg for us in the garden, I have friends and family with allotments, from whom I have had the joy of the finest tasting cabbage, peas and cauliflower. All plastic free, all local and all with a flavour that gets lost in the supermarket. But I still have to use the supermarkets, whose economies of scale keep us stuck in the trap. And I am one of the lucky ones.
#firstworldproblems we say. Take the plunge down the r*bbit hole I say. If we make a one degree alteration to our course, and then another degree we can steer ourselves slowly and surely toward a new destination. Right now I’m not too sure where I’m going to start, but I am going to start, that is the helm being turned toward that new destination.