I’m not sure if its possible to write my way out of a panic attack but I’m going to try. Throughout this blog, I think I’ve tried to stay really level headed. People respond better to reason and science and calm more than to panic. Well today I’m not feeling very level headed or reasonable or scientific or anything remotely connected to calm. I’m staring at 4, PLASTIC, junky Sponge Bob figures that I—me (the plastic freak) paid for at Burger King the other day. 4 kids meals and 4 Sponge Bob figures later I’m on the brink of a nervous breakdown. How did I let this happen? A baysitter, whining kids, a moment of indulgence and now I’m staring at 4 figures that will never, ever, in a million years decompose. I did this.
I can’t tell if I’m more annoyed at myself or Burger King. Who are they to pollute our world and our homes with pieces of plastic that our ruining our children’s future. Maybe it’s the media’s fault? That must be why our 3 year old even knows about Burger King in the first place. Who are they to poison our kids’ minds with ideas of happiness connected to the french fries that they eat? Who am I to purchase and indulge in this chain of health- destroying, world- polluting industry?
I just can’t stomach the idea that these plastic toys are going to be here forever. My inspiration for starting this blog was the “plastic stew” that exists in the Pacific Ocean……….”a swirling vortex of plastic.” A combination of plastic that never even made it into the incinerator and nurdles–tiny pieces of plastic which come from broken down plastic. ( Once again these nurdles will never go away.) This plastic will outlive us by 1000’s of years. But equally as bad, the nurdles are turning up in our food ( fish especially), in our homes, in the air we breathe. Our health is being poisoned by plastic. The stew in the ocean equals the size of Texas. Did I mention that plastic will never go away? (If you haven’t read this article you really need to).
So this is where I’m at. I can beat myself up all day over the Burger King toys (which I undoubtedly will) or I can do something. It kills me that Burger King doesn’t care. Or maybe they do and they are not sure what to do about it. So I end this post on the following note: I’ve gotta go write a letter to Burger King. I’ll let them know about the plastic stew and the myriad of chemicals connected to their plastic toys. Maybe they’ll care. Maybe they’ll give out a toy which isn’t going to kill our kids or our planet. Is that too idealistic to hope for? In the meantime, don’t shop Burger King. And check back: I’ll post my letter (and hopefully response) from them. It would be great if you could send the letter to Burger King too. (or if anyone wants to take responsibility for McDonalds!)
p.s. panic attack slightly subsiding