I met my college boyfriend when I heard the sound of breaking glass and I realized that someone must be recycling. I followed my ears until I found a hippie lugging crates of empty pop bottles into the mail van, which he borrowed from the college each weekend so he could make trips to the local recycling center. To this day the smell of rotting pepsi makes me swoon.

On our first date my husband took me to Bonanza. I decided to give him another chance.

On a related note, when we first visited Madison WI in the late 80s/early 90s I saw graffiti on the square that read "recycle or die."

We decided right then and there to move there when the chance came, and we did, by which time recycling was mandatory.

Do it outside!  Naturally.  Ecosexual?  Oh yeah!!

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You young cool people are just too ruthless, the way you drown your own.  Myself, I was never very impressed by Beck, but that does not matter at all, it is the principle.  I am sure the lad is quite gifted, and needs encouragement.  So who is next?  Bright Eyes?  There we are again: you all should clap generously for Conor Oberst, a very talented performer and writer (apparently; or else, yes, it might just be the drugs), and keep your snidely acid comments to yourselves.

Oh sure, Biodiv will remind us how important it is in the Universal Competition to know how to apply acid in just the right way ...

As for Mademoiselle Pearson, I quite understand her reaction to what Boyfriend ordered for breakfast.  But I cannot help but feel she is disingenuous, when she claims she believed earlier that he was "definitely on her eco-wavelength."  Being a film producer in LA should have been warning enough.  My guess is, Mademoiselle was bedazzled by that six-figure paycheck, and saw little else at the periphery.

On "Deep": At least she did not share anything about his timing of when he took his socks off, and how it placed on her socks-off scale.

Ain't it the truth, though, the way those gentlemen with the perfect sock-removal choreography go forth the next morning and demand the slaughter of hogs for their breakfast pleasure.

(The issue with NutraSweet is a bit too rarefied for me.)

A digressive synchronicity: I barely restrained myself from referring to "Will and Grace" in the "Righteousness" thread.  Whether or not anyone realizes it, the title characters are named for major concepts in Christian ethics, established in Saint Augustine's reading of Saint Paul.

And whether or not that TV show has done all that much good for the cause of gay rights, awaits to be seen.

Chickens are our cousins! So are other sensitive animals! Enough is enough! No more factory farms!

The poor pork-eating-Nutrasweet-swilling guy probably has no idea why she never returned his calls.

He's probably lucky to have escaped someone who would use the term "eco-wavelength."

BioD - Nick Lowe rocks.  I own that song on several compilations on vinyl.  I really must figure out how to convert to mp3 one of these days.

As someone who's tongue was tripping over the word "recyclables" as soon as I could teeter out to the bin clutching a bag in my tiny palm, recycling could easily be a deal maker or breaker in my relationships.  I guess I've meet too many great guys who are thoughtful, but never learned to think about where their garbage goes.  Writing a guy off because he doesn't know the difference between type 2 and type 5 plastic seems, well, like a plastic attitude.  Until there are better education programs out there for the general public (aka those not raised by environmentalist dirt worshipers) you can't blame someone for their ignorance.  It's great that it's hip to recycle - it's counter-productive to turn it into a put-down.

That being said, a man who eats real meat should go for real sugar packets.  Pearson missed out on a real opportunity for merciless teasing there.