Gabi Coatsworth responds to Tom Matlack’s post about Men and Recycling
You’d think it would be easy. The plastic, glass and cans go in there, and the newspaper, card and junk mail goes there. The men I live with have a dozen (more or less) university degrees between them. And yet, when it comes to recycling, it’s harder to get them to do it right than it would be to put socks on an octopus.
Let’s take my husband. Please. I can’t deny he’s getting a bit better, but it’s taken me at least ten years to explain that cardboard you can bend (like cereal packets) is, for the purposes of recycling, paper. He still takes the card to the dump inside a corrugated cardboard box, where he proffers it proudly to the tired man who’s given up trying to explain.
As for plastic – when the town started recycling, it would only take plastics 1 & 2, but it seemed to be beyond my husband to find the symbol on the container. I tried to make it easier for him by explaining that it meant clear plastic like milk containers and water bottles, and colored containers from dishwashing liquids and other household cleaning products. After a while, I gave up and started weeding out the yogurt pots, the paper milk cartons, Styrofoam coffee cups and used flowerpots, and putting them in the trash.
Washing things before recycling seems a concept that’s completely alien to my men. Not only do they not wash their soda bottles, but they twist the bottle caps on so tightly that I can’t open them to wash out the bottles myself. Aaargh!
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A few months ago, the town started recycling almost everything, telling us that we could put all the paper together and all the plastic, glass and cans in a separate container. You might be thinking that this surely made it all easier – but I’m afraid that the only difference is that I’m now retrieving all the yogurt pots, Styrofoam cups, and flowerpots from the trash, washing them, and recycling them myself. As for milk cartons, the middles of toilet rolls and paper towels, egg boxes and the like, my men just can’t seem to grasp that they are made from paper of differing thicknesses. Paper bags covered in grease from the Chinese take-out, on the other hand, are squashed into a ball and lobbed at the recycling bin.
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Last week, Tom Matlack wrote an article intimating (the way I read it) that women were much more likely to recycle than men. I don’t think that my guys assume recycling is a woman’s job. But I do think they don’t seem to understand the value of it, even though our town dump tells us how much money they’re making by recycling. It’s on a huge sign that gets updated regularly as you drive in.
Maybe it’s because my husband doesn’t quite believe in global warming. “We had more snow than ever last winter, he says,” and of course, our tiny part of the world is the entire globe to him, so it must be getting colder. My sons believe in global warming, but don’t care enough about the planet – they’re already planning to colonize Mars. All I can hope is that they end up with women who do care – or Mars will be a landfill before they know it.
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This post first ran on Gabi Coatsworth’s blog
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No one “believes in” global warming, because it isn’t religious doctrine. It’s science. No one “believes in” plate techtonics or insect metamorphosis, either.
Maybe no-one believes*in*, global warming, but I know there are people who *don’t* believe in it. They consider it about as scientific as evolution. Like someone else’s religious hocus pocus.
Global warming? I’ll believe in global warming when: A: NOAA properly places all of their thermometers instead of putting them 3 feet away from a house. B: NOAA turns back on all of the thermometers that they shut off in more rural areas. C: NOAA stops saying that accuracy changed in reporting when they changed systems. D: NOAA stops saying the newer automated system (vice the current automated system) should tighten the gap in temperatures and show more global warming. E: Scientists outside of NOAA can actually agree on something. Recycling I can partially get behind. While politicians flat out… Read more »
On the other hand….
Living in Melbourne, Australia, our local council accepts recycled plastics from 1 to 7.
When we’ve returned from our quarterly pilgrimage to our local IKEA store, the shrink-wrapped plastic that encases some flat-pack items is also recyclable – it clearly says so on the plastic itself – I forget the number, but it’s between 1 and 7, which is acceptable to our local council’s recycling guidelines.
Yet I can’t bring myself to put a small mountain of plastic (recyclable, I swear, but plastic like cling-wrap) in our recycle bin: it just doesn’t seem right!!
Maybe your children could do it? When they get bigger?
Shoddy recycling is an equal opportunity offender, I’m afraid. I don’t wash out our soda bottles either.