Breaking Up with Plastic: It’s Not Me, It’s… Literally Everywhere

I thought ditching plastic would be easy—until I realized my blueberries, my cutting board, and even my smug little eco-cloth were all secretly synthetic. I’m basically living in a Tupperware container with rent.

I recently read a lengthy article on the negative effects of plastics on one’s health. The article’s writer was so concerned she paid for a blood test to see if microplastics were present in her blood stream. She freaked out when she received the bad news. Those plastic boogers were running through her blood stream as if were their personal playground. She took the results to her doctor. The doctor told her that she believed most people on the planet have a similar problem and it is not good. That’s all I need to hear to take on my great plastic challenge. I thought it was going to be easy freeing myself from plastic. Turns out it is not so easy.. Plastic is ubiquitous in my home and I imagine it is in everyone elses home. I buy forzen blueberries. It’s in the packaging. I clean my counters with microfiber cloths to save on paper. It makes up microfiber cloths. My cutting board is going out. My microfiber cloths are going out. My non stick pans are joining the parade. My brain is getting dizzy from thinking about the presence of plastic in my life. Perhaps if I stop thinking about it, plastics will disappear. C’mon, Ray, come back to reality. I’m not ready to head off to a remote spot in the Rocky Mountains, kill a bear and use it’s skin and hair for my clothes and its flesh for my food. I’m going to be in solidarity with the rest of humanity and eo the best I can with the plastic menace. What are you doing about plastics in your life? Maybe we’ll get super powers and clear the world of evil. Let’s start with plastics.