As someone who is (was?) definitely of the “toss the apple core into the bush” mindset, this… is good to know.
Also, while we’re on the subject: it’s not using plastic straws or taking half-hour showers that’s destroying the environment. It’s the fucking mega-rich.
Repeat after me, kids: Individual “choices” cannot fix structural issues. And as the article points out:
[T]here is no “free market” incentive to prevent disaster. An economic environment where a company is only considered viable if it’s constantly expanding and increasing its production can’t be expected to pump its own brakes over something as trivial as pending global catastrophe. Instead, market logic dictates that rather than take the financial hit that comes with cutting profits, it’s more reasonable to find a way to make money off the boiling ocean. Nothing illustrates this phenomenon better than the burgeoning climate-change investment industry. According to Bloomberg, investors are looking to make money off of everything from revamped food production to hotels for people fleeing increasingly hurricane-ravaged areas. A top JP Morgan Asset investment strategist advised clients that sea-level rise was so inevitable that there was likely a lot of opportunity for investing in sea-wall construction.
Today in Things You’ve Probably Never Thought About Much: why are humans one of the few animals that can dance? Like, really dance, instinctively, without being instructed. Like when you hear a beat and you just can’t help bopping along, for the sheer joy of it, even if you have no actual ability and your efforts are clumsy and laughable.
Turns out, this is not only a universal human trait—it’s up there with “language”, “art”, “games”, and “jokes” as something found in every human culture in some form or another—but it’s almost unique in the animal kingdom. The only other animals that’ve been observed doing it? Parrots and elephants.
Go figure, I guess.
People always look at me funny when I tell them my favorite weather is “twelve degrees and raining” but, hey! Turns out I’m not alone, and there’s a whole thing about “storm tourists”.
Honestly, I think it comes from growing up in an extremely dry inland climate. I can’t stand hot humidity, so tropical/beach style destinations are basically a nightmare,1 but living through decades of drought mean rain is endlessly novel. Sitting on a covered balcony watching a storm while drinking red wine is, like literally heaven for me, as is hanging out in a hot spa while it’s cold and drizzling. It’s also why my Tumblr is basically just endless photographs of places like Iceland and New Zealand and the American northwest.
Basically, give me green and wet and cool, and I’ll live happy.
- Also, being essentially blind without glasses makes the beach, particularly the Australian beach, a TERRIFYING DEATH TRAP DO NOT WANT. ↩
… okay this somehow both makes perfect sense and is completely not what I was expecting, all at the same time.