The 5 Stages...Plus: BP Spills Coffee
I have been avoiding news about the BP catastrophe, deliberately, knowing that there was nothing I could do about it, and that it was horrifying, and that viewing content would just upset me.
I'm not an environmentalist anymore, I told myself. Now I laugh derisively at humanity's follies from afar, I remembered. I no longer feel responsible for a mess I didn't create, I lied to myself.
But I read BoingBoing, and today they had a post that included some vivid details, including a photo of a turtle covered in oil. I have a soft spot for sea turtles recently, and was actually strongly considering signing up to be one of those crazy American volunteers who try to protect them in Costa Rica.
Combined with the discussion of how exactly oil kills birds...
All of the angst I was holding about noticing an ecology collapse in a location I am familiar with, and on a planet I cared about, extremely quickly...all of it came out at once and I cried.
Then I experienced the release that comes from righteous, furious laughter at satire. I need to invent a word for this exact type of laughter, because it is so incredibly valuable to me, and it makes me appreciate satire more than its actual humorous qualities deserve: (IE this video made me laugh harder than it deserves.)
I present..the collaughter-inducing:
BP Spills Coffee.
I'm not an environmentalist anymore, I told myself. Now I laugh derisively at humanity's follies from afar, I remembered. I no longer feel responsible for a mess I didn't create, I lied to myself.
But I read BoingBoing, and today they had a post that included some vivid details, including a photo of a turtle covered in oil. I have a soft spot for sea turtles recently, and was actually strongly considering signing up to be one of those crazy American volunteers who try to protect them in Costa Rica.
Combined with the discussion of how exactly oil kills birds...
All of the angst I was holding about noticing an ecology collapse in a location I am familiar with, and on a planet I cared about, extremely quickly...all of it came out at once and I cried.
Then I experienced the release that comes from righteous, furious laughter at satire. I need to invent a word for this exact type of laughter, because it is so incredibly valuable to me, and it makes me appreciate satire more than its actual humorous qualities deserve: (IE this video made me laugh harder than it deserves.)
I present..the collaughter-inducing:
BP Spills Coffee.
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