Well, it's official. I'm licensed to join millions of other Americans and exercise my right to contribute to carbon emissions.
Waddid you say? Wutzat?
Cars suck? The world is going to hell in a handbasket if we don't reduce emissions?
Oh, right. There's that...
Well...I did it anyway. It feels only a little anti-climatic, coming nine years after I was legally able to obtain aforementioned document. I drove myself down to work yesterday and on the way home proceeded to get stuck in an awful traffic jam. Took an hour to go two miles. Ah, yes. I'm officially participating in that great American tradition: the commute.
It was pretty funny, all the kids at school were so sweet about it. "Hey, look, Lena made it! She's here! She passed her test! Wow, she's a real adult now."
And so, it seems, I am. Sort of.
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Here's a pretty
crazy article, from Judith Warner's blog on NYTimes. My jaw dropped when I read it--outsourcing surrogate mothers to India? I don't even know where to begin with this. It seems like such a well-intentioned idea, but...where to even begin with all the ethical implications.