I am shamed daily and threatened with global annihilation or at least detention by every magazine, webzine, and the occasional neighbor. Why? Because I don't recycle everything including leftover soymilk and purified water.
Yes, I have tossed the occasional mooshy banana or unchewable melon half. But please!
The real shame is in my bathroom. A really good conditioner and sunscreen are available only in tubes. Have you ever tried cleaning out a tube for recycling? (We won't even go into the dabs of sunscreen on my clothes from a tube that gets surly most mornings.)
By some contrary coincidence, these tubes sprouted up just when the urging to recycle was upon us.
And dare I go into the matter of the really good body lotion, conditioner, or whatever that comes only in a skinny bottle with a pump? The tubes, surely not by evil design, wear out long before the bottle is empty. (Note the lotion bottle that's been on it's side on my nightstand. When I have time, I can shake the last of the lotion out of the now-pumpless bottom.
I could smear myself with honey instead of buying lotion (if it's good for a facial, why not? Or are they designing a tube for honey?)
This could go on for some time, unless some container designer has a horrible nightmare that his granddaughter is surrounded at sea by a million discarded tubes. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
Or we could boycott. Or write more letters . . .