Here I am. A mummy and a wife. Nothing remarkable about that. But my husband calls me hippy and my dad has labelled me a ‘good-lifer’. If you have the pleasure of being old enough to remember the sitcom then you’ll see where I’m headed already. If not you should watch it; who doesn’t love Richard Briers? I digress…
When I started carrying my oldest babe full time and abandoned the pram I did so out of practicality (we have a Rottweiler to exercise) but my husband took a bit of convincing. Once he realised we didn’t have to wait for lifts anymore, could sneak through gaps in crowds and more easily avoid those maddening people who stop dead in the street, it cut down on his city centre pedestrian rage and he was firmly on board. Even so, this is how the ‘hippy’ label started.
The nickname has evolved to include using cloth nappies and wipes, getting really upset about ridiculous packaging, ditching shampoo, refusing to buy new, coffee cup guilt and eating a lot less meat (surprisingly husband’s idea!) What started as a desire to be frugal led to wider ethical considerations; convenience-led living is damaging our planet. Convenience was making me unhappy and it took me a long time to realise it. Convenience as we know it is very, very bad.
I know I sound mad: convenience is good right? The word implies a swift and happy experience. But if you’re someone who imagines a swift and happy ‘convenient’ burger drive-through experience and is left reeling because you can’t help but consider the ridiculous packaging waste and excessive gas emissions produced by the mass rearing of cattle you’re in the right place.
And this is where I started. What should we do differently to protect the planet from harm? And can less convenient living also cost less?