I am a bitch. I have just called noise control for the third time because I am too wimpy to go and ask the neighbours to turn off their fricken stereo. But it is 6:47am and they have been going hard at it since mid-afternoon yesterday and I am no longer thinking responsibly. The Pussycat Dolls are no longer my friends.
Ok… make that four times. It is getting louder.
So that is off my chest.
Last night J and I watched “An Inconvenient Truth”. I felt extremely moved by the whole thing. I felt extremely sad at my complete ignorance. I felt embarrassed that I had never even heard of it before. I glaze over at the merest hint of anything that might be related to American politics. Let’s face it… I don’t even watch the news. It always feels like a luxury. Hagfish was off protesting the other day over something that he was obviously passionate about and I still have no idea what it was and haven’t found the time to find out. It is on my to-do list.
We look back on New Zealand’s efforts toward giving women the chance to vote with such pride… well, the women at least ;)
It made me start to think and ponder why our generation are not out there burning our global warming bras. Maybe they are and I have turned into that middle-age group of people who shrug and just say “meh”. I don’t like any of the answers I have come up with so far… there is a lot in my brain to process.
I do know I don’t want to look up at my energy efficient light bulb and feel content that I did my best.