My battle against single-use-plastics rages on, and it’s getting in the way of the family cookie supply because our favorite cookies come in plastic packaging. Any day now, I expect a full-scale revolt.
As a consumer, I can choose NOT to buy some products. Cookie containers are the hill I will apparently die on.
Let me explain. I really believe we can — as part of our efforts to effect change in the world to reduce plastics — end manufacturers’ maniacal fetish of packaging products in single-use plastics. We can influence the market through choice, and theoretically, it will shift in response. Right? That’s what I learned in Microeconomics I think. I don’t know. I got a C.
The store’s big plastic vat of chocolate chip cookies for $5 really wants to jump into my cart. But every time I buy them, I am sending the message that I’m OK with that packaging. So, they become, for me, guilt cookies.
You would think, wouldn’t you, guilt cookies might be tasty? Like, forbidden. Taboo cookies. Like your mom saying “Don’t you dare eat that cookie, 5-year-old Terry with no impulse control! And now I’m going to leave the room for reasons.” THOSE COOKIES. Those were the tastiest. My conscience isn’t allowing the guilt cookies to taste good. Either that or the plastic outgassing affects the cookies? Maybe they are, in fact, toxic. And I am saving my family members from certain death. Just know. If you don’t hear from me, when you find my body — it was no accidental death. It was matricide. They murdered me for cookies.