I've met people with PhDs in biology who were a little vague on where mammal begins and endsOkay where does "mammal" begin and end? Can you tell us without looking at Wikipedia?
and people who knew calculus but couldn't have figured out the angles in an octagonal frame if their life depended on it.I find that kind of hard to believe.
Right. It's lovely and natural, produced by a rumpled farmer in dirty bluejeans with furrows in his cheeks deeper than the ones in his fields, as opposed to the dirty nasty lettuce produced in the horrible giant monoculture field with the migrant laborers and the giant pesticide sprinklers. I know because the sign in the aisle at Whole Foods tells me so.No, I know because I study agricultural history for a living and I attend seminars by agricultural scientists. I've never actually set foot in a Whole Foods, since I don't know how to drive (not ever having a car to learn in, what with being on welfare). I have worked for an apple farmer, and discussed the trade-offs of spraying versus not-spraying and the use of migrant labour with her.
Giving a shit about the environment, or at least talking about giving a shit about the environment while feelingly mildly guilty about how little one does to live up to one's purported ideals, is a very, very important bourgeois value.I would have hoped that worrying about our planet was something for all of us to do -- especially since it's the poor who suffer from things like landlords who ignore insulation. Being green should, in the words of that really cool guy who used to be the environment czar, should bring more green (money) into poor people's hands.
Not that's it's easy to go reaching for something 2-3 times more expensive, even when you know you ought to. It's like free-range eggs, that way, or like eating non-cannibalistic beef.Yes, I'm fully aware of this. I've been on both sides of the counter at a food bank, and I did stop buying free range eggs when I was in the states and paying more than 50% of my income on rent alone. I was addressing the fact that even those of us who can afford to don't buy more sustainable produce -- and that it's much harder when money is an issue. That said, I was thinking of myself when I wrote those comments, and how I ought to be buying more sustainable food even if it meant having to do without other things, because my planet does mean a lot to me. It's the only one I have.
Yes, that's why poor people don't do it. Because they spend a bigger chunk of their total income on food, and you can get a lot more calories, and more pleasure, out of a lot less than it costs to live on organic, humanely and sustainably-raised food.
But, like I said, in 21st-century America, caring about the provenance of one's vegetables and whether or not the farmer was a decent fellow to one's burger is very, very bourgie.And this is where your stereotype windbagging went on full blast. Did I say that I cared about whether a farmer was nice to his cows? I don't like undue mistreatment, because I believe that animals feel pain and inflicting undue pain is immoral, but I don't care about nice treatment. I care about non-cannibalistic cows because cannibalism is a major vectory for disease. And I care about factory farming because close confinement of animals also increases disease, increasing the use of anti-biotics and producing massive amounts of polluting manure; mixed farming as practiced in places like New Zealand and Argentina is more environmentally sustainable. It does mean that meat would be more expensive -- but we have to have a serious discussion about sustainability and food policy that means letting some things get more expensive if producing them cheaply means that we won't be able to produce anything in the future.
Dude, our foremothers didn't spend whole weeks in August napalming themselves with boiling jam because they got a kick out of it or because it made them feel virtuous; they did it because they were poor and they needed to make use of every scrap they could wrench from the dirt in order to get by.Yes, I know this. I put down the strawberries myself (and peaches, and tomatoes, and pickles...) -- back when I was on welfare. For 10 years on welfare. And because we were on welfare, we had time to can -- much as my stay-at-home grandmother had time to can. When I went to a seminar on food given by Alice Waters,* I commented to her that I thought that she was being unrealistic to expect the working poor (as opposed to the non-working poor) to have time to do this kind of food prep -- that it was not education alone that was lacking, but time. My mother knows how to can, but has never had time since she finally made it back into the workforce.
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