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Jennifer Margulis

Mothering Outside the Lines

The Impact of No Impact Man

October 21st, 2010

Picture 1I’m in love with Colin Beavan.

Even though I don’t know how to pronounce his name.

“This guy, Colin Beaver, is amazing–”

“It’s bev-an,” James interrupts.

“Whatever. He’s amazing. He stopped generating trash. He made his own vinegar. He started baking bread, eating food within a 250-mile radius, and he even turned off his electricity. Plus he’s a really good writer. He’s funny and down-to-earth and inspiring. You have to read this book.”

“Okay.” James is agreeable as long as my diction is correct.

I took No Impact Man out of the library but I want to buy a case of this book and give it to everyone I know. (Wait, wait, is that too consumerish of me?)

The book, which came out in 2009, chronicles a year in Colin Beavan’s life when he, his wife Michelle, and their 18-month-old daughter Isabella tried to live in a walk-up in New York City without having any negative impact on the environment.

It’s a very honest and self-deprecating book. Beavan calls himself a “schlub,” reveals how hurt his feelings are by some of the sensational press coverage of the project (the article written by the New York Times reporter who shadowed him was entitled “The Year Without Toilet Paper,” and openly admits that he’s not an expert on the environment but just a liberal-minded worrier who realized he needed to stop ranting about global warming and dwelling on what everyone else was doing wrong and start examining his own wasteful habits.

See why I love Colin Beavan?

One of my favorite parts of the book is the relationship between him and his wife Michelle, who “grew up all Daddy’s gold Amex and taxi company charge accounts and huge boats..” He often calls her “my poor wife,” and his guilt at dragging her through his year-long project is almost palpable. But Michelle is right there with him, scootering to work, eschewing the elevator, deciding to get rid of their big screen TV because she’s too addicted to it, and coming home in tears after the wife of one of her colleagues tells him not to shake her hand.

It even turns out no impact on the environment has a positive impact in the bedroom.

“I’m sitting around, doing not much. The front door opens and Michelle comes in. Isabella is in bed, taking a nap. At first, Michelle and I are at a loss for something to do to amuse ourselves. Then we figure it out. I won’t say much else except that we’ve finally realized the best thing to fill the space in our schedule once occupied by TV.”

To stop generating trash, Beavan has to stop wrapping Isabella’s butt in plastic six times a day (this is how he puts it). With guidance from Lori Taylor of the Real Diaper Association, he switches from plastic petroleum-derived diapers to organic cotton pre-folds with wool covers. He starts bringing a glass jar with him wherever he goes so he can drink tap water without using paper cups, and he has a local bike builder make his family a cargo tricycle from all reusable parts. The resulting contraption is big enough to carry groceries and Isabella and unusual enough to start lots of conversations. Beavan notices as he examines–and changes–so many aspects of his family’s consumption habits that their lives take on more meaning. He starts spending more time with his daughter and paying more attention to his wife, and his apartment becomes a place where friends gather to talk and eat and enjoy each other’s company (by candlelight after they cut the electricity.)

“So much of my trash-making and waste is about making convenient the taking care of myself and my family. It’s about getting our needs out of the way … When did taking care of ourselves become something so unimportant that it should be got out of the way rather than savored and enjoyed? When did cooking and nourishing my family become an untenable chore? What is more important that I’m supposed to do instead?

“For every task I need to accomplish there seemed to be some throwaway item I could buy to help get it out of the way. My whole life appeared to have turned into a moneymaking machine intended to buy more convenience, with the seeming purpose of getting my life out of my way. I’m like a snake eating my own tail. It’s as if I’m just trying to get the whole thing over with…”

I’m so inspired and heartened by this book! My superhero crush isn’t on Batman or Superman. It’s on No Impact Man.

After he reads the book, I bet James will have a crush on Beaver, I mean Beavan, too.

Are you worried about global warming? Has your family changed any of your consumption habits? How far would you be willing to go to stop wasting resources? Have you read any books lately that have inspired you to think differently about yourself and/or the environment?

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Is It Ever Possible to Suggest People Change?

July 23rd, 2010

Peter was buying tomatoes on the vine at the Ashland Food Co-op. He stuffed them in a plastic bag and deftly twisted it shut.

“You know, you don’t really need a bag for those,” I suggested with a smile.

“Oh Yes I Do.” Peter was categorical. A friend of my husband’s and foodie from the north of England, Peter seemed like the kind of Gen Y guy who would be open to critiquing American culture, which is the only reason I was brave enough to say something.

It drives me crazy how Americans, even the hippie progressive types who shop at the Co-op, shove one banana or a half dozen grapefruit in a plastic produce bag.

The bags aren’t necessary.

They fill up the landfills.

The ones conventionally made off-gas.

But we don’t think twice about wrapping our food in “throw-away” (this is a misnomer since it doesn’t actually go anyway anywhere) endocrine-disrupting plastic.

Do I sound shrill? I don’t mean to. But honestly it’s just as easy NOT to use the bags. You can put your fruits and vegetables directly into your cart. I’ve even bought Brussels sprouts that way.

“I use them for sandwiches,” Peter snipped.

He sounded miffed.

I felt guilty. It’s none of my business how he shops and I have no right to make suggestions. I usually hold my tongue. I had only mentioned it to Peter because I thought he would be receptive. I spent the next hour obsessing over our exchange, worrying that I had hurt his feelings, wondering if I had overstepped.

I could write Peter a note of apology and buy him one of those nifty washable stainless steel sandwich containers. I could have James deliver it to his work since he’ll be less snippy with James. I could–

“When I was at St John’s I always took a disposable cup of coffee from the dining hall,” James said when I told him about talking to Peter and how bad I felt about the exchange. “I grew up that way. I never thought about it.” James poured boiling water in the French press as he spoke.

“Then one day Oliver and another friend cornered me in the cafeteria and asked me why I always used a disposable cup.”

“Did you get mad?”

“Ut uh. I thought it was a good question and it stumped me. Why did I do that? So I went out and got this.” He rummaged around on the shelf and pulled out a handleless black glazed Japanese mug. “I used it for the rest of college. It’s still my favorite cup for coffee.”

James appreciated the criticism, examined what he had not realized was a bad habit, and changed. When our friend Brian told us about the dangers of microwaves six years ago and all the reasons not to use them, James and I both researched it and we decided to give our microwave away. When I read about how conventional cleaning products can poison small children ten years ago, I gave three buckets full to our neighbor (it’s amazing to me that I ever owned three buckets worth of cleaning products) and started using vinegar and baking soda.

When someone tells me something that I have a knee jerk negative reaction to (like lotus birth or eating calf brains), I try to think about why I’m responding with emotion and I try to open my mind to finding out more about it.

It’s really hard to do that and I fear I’m as defensive as the next person. Or I just react negatively and push the idea out of my mind, ignoring it instead of learning more.

Emory University professor Mark Bauerlein, to inspire his students to write more thoughtfully and carefully, used to remind them that writing is a habit and a habit is something you do without thinking.

We all have a lot of bad habits.

But some–like the overuse of plastic produce bags or idling the car–make such a quantifiable and negative impact on the environment on a daily basis and are so easy and simple to change.

Even if Peter doesn’t think so.

Do you think I was wrong in talking to Peter about using plastic produce bags? Do you ever make gentle (or strident) suggestions to friends or family about ways they can change? Are you open to others suggesting ways you can be more environmentally conscious in how you live your life? Do you think I’m a shrill bitch or do you think we really do need to stop our bad habits to reverse global warming before it’s too late? Am I asking you too many questions? I can’t wait to read your thoughts!

Related Post: What Descartes Taught Me About Froot Loops

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The Price of Gas Won’t be High Enough

April 19th, 2010

Cartoon Courtesy of Andrew Singer

Cartoon Courtesy of Andrew Singer

On NPR this afternoon a pundit predicted the price of oil would be going up this summer and the price of gas, which is already climbing, will get higher.

If the way people use their cars in the small town where we live is any indication, the price of gas this summer won’t be high enough.

Our entire town is only three square miles. One of the reasons our family moved here is because it’s small enough that you can easily walk and bike anywhere you want to go.

But even on a Sunday afternoon when the weather’s glorious and no one should be in a hurry, everybody’s driving.

The vast majority of the cars my kids and I saw while we were biking today (to the skate park and the Co-op and then home with backpacks laden with groceries) had only one person in them: the driver.

It’s as if our entire culture has forgotten about walking. Or biking. Or skateboarding. Or scootering. Or taking the bus.

You decide to take the kids to the park so you pile them in the car and drive them there, spilling carbon monoxide and other toxins into the “fresh” air that you then want your kids to breathe.

I don’t get it. Americans don’t think twice about commuting in the car for 40 minutes to work but a 40-minute walk to get somewhere “takes too long.”

Most of us believe that having a car is a necessity not a luxury.

James and I disagree on this.

I tell him we should sell our car, which is a compact and too small for the whole family, now that we have a new baby. James thinks we have to have a car because it would be impractical to be carless. But if we’re really going to live according to our values, a car shouldn’t be part of the equation.

Driving a car is the single most polluting action any individual does.

It’s also one of the most dangerous.

One of the best ways to keep our children safe is to keep them out of cars.

In December 2008 NPR reported that road crashes kill 260,000 children a year and injure about ten million more. They are the leading cause of death among people ages 10 to 19, and a leading cause of child disability.

It’s not enough to worry about global warming and complain about how policy makers need to make top-down changes. We need to change our own behavior too.

If raising the price of gas is what it takes to get more Americans out of their cars, bring it on.

What do you think? Is a car really a necessity or is it an upper middle class luxury? Are your car keys getting dusty on the hook by the door or do you drive everywhere? Are you concerned enough about global warming that you’re changing your family’s behavior? Have you found effective ways to get to where you need to go without using a car?

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What Descartes Taught Me About Froot Loops

February 25th, 2010

When James and I met he was studying philosophy and I was studying literature. Though I struggle to understand the dense philosophical texts that James enjoys so much, I’ve always had a soft spot for literary theory, which is often very philosophical.

James says as parents, we are Cartesians. René Descartes, in his Meditations, wrote that in order for his philosophical thought to bring him to valid conclusions, Descartes realized that he had to discard all he had ever learned or heard before, and start from scratch using only what he could verify was certain.

I grew up eating Froot Loops, those neon colored O’s that make the milk turn bright pink in the bowl. My brother and I also liked Spaghetti-o’s. I came home to an empty house every day after school and watched TV from 4:00 o’clock onwards. We walked to school because everyone else walked to school. My parents put us to sleep on our stomaches because they were told babies should not sleep on their backs, for fear they would choke on their spit-up or aspirate their own vomit. My father was an atheist, a civil rights champion, and a much more involved dad than was usual for that generation. He liked to tell stories of his father being a card-carrying member of the Communist party. Still, we were mostly a family that did what everyone else did, from the food we ate to the sports we played (soccer) to the vaccine shots we received.

When I ask my mom now why she fed us Count Chocula and Apple Jacks, she says, “I don’t know. I guess because everyone else was eating that, so that’s what we ate too.”

My mom, though, is no stranger to controversy. In the 1960s when she was having her children (my oldest brother was born in 1959), my mom was told in the hospital not to breastfeed. She knew instinctively that was ridiculous. A microbiologist whose theories were so radical they were originally dismissed but are now in every basic scientific textbook but have now changed our understanding of evolutionary biology, my mom knew that calves drink cow milk, lambs drink sheep milk, and baby humans should drink human milk. So she bucked cultural pressure and breastfed the four of us. She even hand-expressed milk for one of my brothers when an infected appendix made it hard for her to nurse.

Though she questioned some of our culture’s expectations, she went along with a lot of what advertisers would have us all think is best. “Why do you drink this stuff?” I asked her when I saw she had a “fruit cocktail” beverage on her pantry shelf. The first ingredient was high fructose corn syrup. The second ingredient was sugar. “This isn’t food, Mom, it’s sugar water. It’s gross and bad for you and you shouldn’t be drinking it.”

“Oh, Jenny,” my mom said, exasperated. “I don’t care!”

But I do care.

Descartes tells us that we have to examine why we do EVERYTHING, why we feel a certain way, why we hold fast to certain beliefs. You have to take your beliefs out of the box where they are contained, spread them on the table, and look at them, as you would a rock collection. I started taking my beliefs out and examining them in a Cartesian way when I was pregnant for the first time eleven years ago.

When I did, so much in our life started to change. Luckily James was right there with me, changing too. It was James who explained that organic food was better than conventional food and convinced me that it was worth the extra money to buy it, it was I who convinced James to stop driving the mile to campus and start biking instead. Together we read an article about a baby being poisoned by Drain-O and that same day we rounded up the two buckets full of toxic cleaning products that we had always used and took them out of our house for good (we use vinegar now for cleaning, and baking soda for scrubbing).

We didn’t know enough to say, “No thank you,” to plastic toys and electronic toys and the bribe of disposable diapers given to us in the hospital (though we stuck with cloth) but we started to change our diet, our cleaning products, our mode of transportation, and our beliefs about the healthiest place to give birth and the best ways to raise a child.

It’s a work in progress. If you are committed to examining your beliefs, you have to be committed to re-examining them as well. You can’t ever hold one dogma and insist that it is The Correct Way. You have to constantly reevaluate, rethink, and question yourself.

It’s hard to be Cartesian. I try to be conscious of my reactions. When I have a knee jerk response of “That’s wrong,” or “That’s stupid,” or “Why would someone do that?” instead of turning off my curiosity I try to open myself to that new way, new idea, or new concept. That’s how we came to have a lotus birth (which I thought sounded gross when I first read about it), start going diaper free (which I thought must be impossible before I knew anything about it), and start eating meat (I was a vegetarian for 20 years until my body started to tell me I needed to eat meat.)

We’ve applied this concept even to shoelaces.

Have you ever thought of why you tie your shoes?

It turns out there’s a better way than the bunny ear method we all learned as kids. Ian’s shoelace site will tell you all about it.

Here’s a video of Hesperus showing Athena how to tie shoes a better way.

A new shoelace method. An unassisted homebirth. Cloth diapers. Selective vaccines. And no Froot Loops. Thank you Descartes.

Did you make changes to your lifestyle after becoming a parent? Do you think it’s a good idea to examine and re-examine your beliefs? Do you do things differently now that you are a grown-up from how you were raised as a kid?

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Kant’s Categorical Imperative

January 27th, 2010

drvtowk1Years ago before I had kids I was in Boston taking the T with my brother and the turnstile was broken. There was a long line to buy tokens and I didn’t feel like waiting.

“Let’s just jump it,” I said impatiently.

“Absolutely not,” my brother answered. “If everyone went through a busted turnstile, where would that leave the public transit system? You have to think about the Categorical Imperative.”

That was the first time I was introduced to Kant’s concept of the Categorical Imperative.

The way my brother explained it, Immanuel Kant believed that you should evaluate any individual action by what would happen to society at large if everyone did that same action, and you should act in a moral way accordingly.

I know two people — one in Ashland, Oregon and one in St. Paul, Minnesota — who live so carefully, deliberately, and consciously that if we held them up to the standard of the Categorial Imperative and we all lived the way they do, overnight the world would be a better place.

The friend here in Ashland started a Saturday farmers market, made her house so air tight that she only needs to turn the heat on for an hour in the morning, bikes everywhere with her two kids, drives a beat-up old Mercedes that she runs on biofuel, has been spearheading a farms-to-school program to get healthy, organic food into the public schools, and is a master seamstress. Trace makes reusable bulk bags that you can buy at the Ashland Food Co-op instead of using plastic or paper. Her house is amazingly uncluttered and since most of her food comes directly from local farmers, she doesn’t have those annoying little stickers on them (I’ve never figured out what to do with those.) She also line dries her laundry, which is something I aspire to.

My friend in Minnesota is a political cartoonist. He’s never owned a car. He decided in his twenties not to have children because he was worried about overpopulation. He and his wife start seeds in every sunny window in their house. When they lived in Boston they grew food at a community garden that was half a mile away across a busy street. If you ever get a chance to see Andy wash the dishes, you know you’re in the presence of a man whose example, if we all followed it, could change the world. He takes his time. He uses a tiny amount of water. He gets the dishes clean. It’s really amazing.

Those two friends inspire me to be a better, more conscious, and more aware person. That’s what we all need: not to feel guilty about what we’re doing wrong but to be inspired to change our unsustainable habits.

James was a philosophy major. James likes to talk about Kant who, apparently, was a strange and reclusive man. He lived in the same house his entire life and slept in a twin bed.

I don’t know if this story is true but the way James tells it is that Kant did not like to sweat. A man of routine, he went walking every morning. But he only walked a few paces before he would stop and rest. Step, step, stop. Step, step, stop. He did this to avoid sweating.

Our car culture drives me crazy. The sweat I don’t mind.
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