I spent some good time avoiding lecture-writing yesterday with the latest issue of Domino magazine. This month's issue was devoted to being green and sustainable while still being hip. "101 things to do with hemp" and all that.
I don't have any problem with sustainability. If we even buy our own car, rather than getting my dad's castoffs, we'll buy a Prius. When I was growing up, my folks went through a major organic farmer stage. If our backyard was big enough, I might even do a little composting. We're a sucker for Trader Joe's.
But when you mix the green lifestyle with post-heroin chic supermodels, it's a little gag worthy.
The greenest people are totally unhip. They're still wearing their clothes from twenty years ago. They aren't keeping their home spa-worthy clean. No need to worry about polluting the air with chemicals, if you aren't dusting every five minutes. They aren't constantly renovating their kitchens and bathrooms, all of which uses enormous amounts of energy and resources; they are still living with the Formica numbers from the 70s. They aren't jetting off to Europe to browse the Paris markets; they go bowling in the next town over. They aren't constantly shopping for new things and tossing out the old things.
Domino really needs to put a slightly dumpy woman in her 60s on the cover surrounded by dusty Hummels and wearing stretch pants from Dress Barn.