From Slate, dated 22 October 2008. Is it well-founded or ridiculous, tell us what you think:
You’re sitting in the airport terminal, rolling your copy of the Economist into a sweaty tube and waiting to see a significant other who lives far away. You’re excited. You’re aroused. But there’s something else, a nagging feeling that gurgles in your stomach and won’t go away. Is it pangs of guilt? It should be: The planet is about to suffer for your love.
Perversely, we live in a world where the sustainability consultant in San Francisco is willing to fly in an exotic boyfriend every month from Washington, D.C. All day, she helps companies “green their supply chains” and “internalize core social costs,” yet that eco-savvy seems to vanish at night, when she e-mails: Come visit!!! You might say she’s willing to be a locavore but not a locasexual. Read the rest of the article.
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