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While I could hardly imagine a cooler job, there is a downside to being in the know of the world of good deeds. The quintessential angel on my shoulder embodying my conscience is one obese loud mouth. The implications of most of my actions and decisions are dissected and scrutinized meticulously. Beware friends and family; I nag my boyfriend about putting a single zucchini in a plastic bag in the produce section and make my friends go out of their way to meet me at a fair trade coffee shop. Being so vigilant can be a pain in the rear.
The perfect example is the guilt associated with my newly rekindled love for sushi. All the book and articles I’ve read have elbowed “ignorant bliss” out of the dinner equation. I pond whether the bite of toro roll I’m struggling not to drop with chopsticks before I get it to my mouth is made with over-fished tuna caught in the wild. And if not, is the farm-raised tuna feed a synthetic and unnatural corn-based diet in an overcrowded industrial fishbowl? Am I eating the McDonald’s of sushi or the last tuna of its kind to ever swim the great ocean blue? Ok, so I still eat it, but I feel justified by offsetting any harm done by other proactive measures (such as blogging about it).
Environmental awareness and activism are worming their way into our daily lives. And it’s not just for those on the fringes of the far left (there’s Honda Insight often parked outside of my apartment boasting a Bush bumper sticker). “Going green” is a profitable business strategy and consumers are quickly buying in. Restaurants , like British sushi chain Moshi Moshi, are seasonly reconfiguring their menus to excluded the endangered fish species. Check out their “Clear Conscience Sushi Set.” Call me a bleeding heart, but that’s what I want see more of in grocery stores and restaurant menus.