Recently, I shared the story of how I came to join the BYOB -- Bring Your Own Bag -- brigade, which in turn led me down a path of discovery about the evils of plastic bags.
Then I got to wondering about whether my friends and family have seen the light. So I polled thousands -- OK, maybe 50 -- of my nearest and dearest and I learned that, just like 7Gen readers, they represent many shades of green. Another similarity: Everyone's aware of the problem and everyone's trying to do better, in ways big and small.
My pal Anne is a recycler from way back. She reminisces about how 15 years ago her colleagues at a New York City newspaper "thought she was nuts" for returning cans to the supermarket. ("I was like, 'Dude, they pay for these!'") Now living in Seattle, she carries tote bags in her car and feels the same peer pressure that I do to BYOB when out shopping. "If you accidentally forget to bring in a bag," Anne reports, "you have to say it in a low voice at the checkout counter, like you are reporting a broken jar in Aisle 7."
I was pleasantly surprised to hear my second cousin Bonnie in Phoenix (who used disposable diapers for her kids years ago without a second thought) now takes being green pretty seriously. Last week, she introduced me to the wonderful concept of being paid to BYOB, with many stores, including Trader Joe's and grocery chain Fry's, giving her 5 cents for every bag she brings in. Way to go, Bonnie!
I was likewise pleased to learn from Jane, my spy in Greenwich, CT, that in her neck of the woods, people BYOB to Whole Foods Market. "It's part of the Whole Foods experience," she says. Ah yes. After all, it was my quasi-religious awaking at a Salt Lake City Whole Foods that started me on my own BYOB path.
Bulk stores like Costco and BJ's are also aiding the movement with their no-bag policies. And then there are food co-ops like the one in my New York City neighborhood, which stopped providing plastic checkout bags last July.
But not everyone I polled is having an easy time of it. It turns out one of the biggest hurdles to using your own is actually remembering to bring a bag or, if you do, to pull it out. Ann of Staten Island, New York, shuns plastic when she picks up her morning papers and coffee but admits to rarely using the shopping bag she carries in her purse. Alan, our mutual friend in L.A., uses his canvas bags as much as he can...that is, when he doesn't forget to take them out of the car: "Hey, I'm 48 and the mind goes."
Dave, my very funny buddy in Philadelphia, often grabs lunch at Whole Foods, where he bought two of their bags "out of a sense of green guilt," he says. "The bags are right behind my chair at work. But I would estimate that three days out of five, I forget to grab them on the way out the door."
My own failures to BYOB are legendary. I can't tell you the number of times I've stood in front of the cashier, thinking about all the other things on my to-do list, while the bagger quickly stows my items in plastic. Only when I'm on the verge of paying do I break out of my reverie and, much to the chagrin of those lined up behind me, exclaim, "I've got a bag, I've got a bag!" as if I were on The Price Is Right.
But I won't pretend I've reached environmentalist sainthood. Just after my last post, I tried an experiment. Day 1, I dutifully went on my Target run with two Envirosax and some huge plastic Marshalls bags. I'm not sure how, but I ended up bagging my $200-plus haul myself, rushing to keep up with the conveyor belt, packing and repacking in my quest to distribute the weight evenly. By the time I was done, I was sweating bullets, but I felt very good about myself.
The next day, not so much. Weakened by my Target experience, I just didn't have it in me to repeat the experiment at the big chain supermarket where we sometimes shop. So I stood by, chatting away while the cashier carefully bagged my $300-and-change purchase in poison polymer. (I know it's not the same, but I will reuse every single bag. I promise.)
So who am I to judge Sarah, who just gave birth to her third child and runs her own business? She does her part, bringing her big reusable bag to the farmer's market. But she, too, runs into trouble at the grocery store. The problem: "The totes they sell at most places are so small it's annoying, so you have to bring a ton of them. If I'm going to the store for something small I'll take one. But for a regular grocery shopping expedition? With a family of five, it's just impossible."
And one extremely busy friend with a young child won't give up the plastic until the dirty job of potty training is over: "I need every plastic bag I can get my hands on. So not only do I demand plastic, I also nab extras on the way out. Not very green of us, is it?" she asks. Nope, hon, but I've been there, done that, so I feel your pain.
While researching this BYOB series of blog posts, I've been encouraged to learn of cities here and abroad -- whole countries, even -- that ban or tax plastic bags, or will soon. But I worry we can't stop the madness fast enough.
Leave it to eco-Anne to offer a solution: "Seattle should have an exchange program with other parts of the country, like recycling camp. Come here for six months, go home a changed -- and chastened -- recycler!"
How big did you say your place was again, Anne?