Run Luau Run

*Inspired in part by some of the unpublished comments I received on my Get Out Of My Village post and tangentially by the hashtag #solidarityisforwhitewomen.  If you can help me come up with an appropriate hashtag, I would be grateful.

I am so ashamed…

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I sometimes eat candy…

I sometimes eat fast food…

I sometimes eat inorganic fruits and veggies…

I sometimes eat meat…

I sometimes eat processed meats & cheeses…

I sometimes drink soda…

I sometimes drink juice from a large company…

I sometimes drink juice that was freshly squeezed from freshly picked fruits that were delivered by a diesel truck…

I sometimes consume HFCS…

I sometimes consume sugar…

I sometimes consume grain…

I sometimes eat organic foods that have been delivered by a truck that consumes gasoline…

I sometimes drive a car that leaves a carbon footprint…

I sometimes travel in a non-solar-powered vehicle…

I sometimes travel in a solar powered vehicle that was manufactured using oil and other non-natural materials…

I sometimes dress in clothes that were made in China…

I sometimes wear clothes that were made in the USA but had to be delivered by truck to the store…

I sometimes have to dispose of garbage…

I sometimes eat at a restaurant that uses electricity that it gets from non-clean sources…

I sometimes turn on a light at home that is connected to the powergrid…

I sometimes read by candlelight from a natural wax candle that was delivered by a vehicle using fossil fuels…

I sometime heat or cool my home because the outside temperature is below 40 degrees or above 90 degrees…

I sometimes go places that are owned by major companies…

I sometimes use the internet with my computer/iPhone that were made in China or Japan…

I sometimes live in the real world…

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I am so ashamed that I don’t live a vegan life, living on a farm where I eat only food that either I have grown without the use of fertilizers or traded with a neighbor who also didn’t use any fertilizer, wearing only clothes that have been made from materials I can collect within walking distance from my front door, woven together with a loom I made from fallen branches, never traveling by any other method other than my own two feet that are shod in shoes I or my neighbor made from only local products fashioned with tools that I made with rocks, communicating solely through face to face communication or written letters written with a stick and ink I made grinding beets and delivered by foot…

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There’s nothing wrong with choosing to live a cleaner, healthier life.  There’s nothing wrong with encouraging others to do the same.  One should, for their own sake…for the sake of their children, strive to live healthier, cleaner, less environmentally impactful lives…

But…

But the glass house is big…I mean, it’s really, really big.

Before letting someone shame you for not living cleanly enough because you have crossed some arbitrary line he or she has chosen, ask yourself if that person has truly given up every, single possible connection to “the dirt”…here’s a hint: if they can read this, they haven’t.

You do what you can with the budget and resources you have available.

Have you ever had someone try to shame or scare you for what you were eating or doing?

#ISometimesLiveInTheRealWorld