I like meat as much as the next carnivore. But given that my 51-year-old metabolism is slowing to the gate of a geriatric crossing the street with a tennis-ball-cushioned walker against a yellow light, I’ve been feasting on more fish. And, apparently, saving the planet.
I awoke this morning to this deliciously disgusting piece on meat from the twisted guys at Do the Green Thing, and I just had to regurgitate it up for you.
Note to green marketers everywhere: Stop being marketers and release your inner storyteller. Tell stories about sustainability. Even repulsive ones like “What’s on Your Plate?” And have fun while you’re at it. How else will you muster that smug, self-congratulatory grin with your work? Just like when you secreted away that gross liver and onions dish in your napkin – so as not to offend your host – for later disposal.
I am now inspired to attempt an origami gazebo with my bacon and sausage at tomorrow’s breakfast table. Aren’t you?