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I like to consider myself an environmentalist. I spend a ton of time outdoors, and I participate in countless sustainability initiatives. I rarely eat meat and I actively promote reusable products. I believe that climate change is the most important issue we face today and I strive to live my life in a way that will lighten my footprint on our earth. However, I am not perfect. On weekends, I still buy packs of beer with plastic rings around each can. I order takeout food, and
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BRAND by Maggie Tuer
while I inwardly cringe at the disposable packaging that comes with it, I enjoy my sushi. Sometimes I forget my reusable cup and I still get that iced coffee; occasionally I even take a straw. Does this mean I am a fake environmentalist? A fraud? I don’t think it should. As we grow up, whether it be intentional or subconscious, we assign each other and ourselves different labels. From classifications as specific as the horse girl, to ones as simple as the hipster, the
