Last week I was at a very lovely outdoor party and got into an oh-so-serious discussion about an oh-so-relevant topic. Yep, straws. We’ve come to this. Paper vs. plastic. Rounded the corner on the grocery bags and finally settled on plastic or bring your owns, an announcement to the world that you are quite environmentally conscientious and probably just shop for your cat(s). But now straws are the problem-oh-the-day. Or as I like to say RPP. Rich People Problems. Similar to trash, we live in a country where people care too much about the logistics of garbage. What to do, what to do? This container, that container. What goes where and why. Think think. My Manfriend even had the audacity to tell me I needed to break down my endless supply of small Prime boxes and risk breaking a nail. He knows me better then that geesh. Give me strength. I don’t give a sh*t about sh*t. RPP. I recycle(ish). When I’m not busy and my trash bag is full. When I’m done contemplating life and need to refocus on something totally mundane. Zoos are the worst. They have four different receptacles in which to dispose of your lunch. And no straws allowed whatsoever. Makes total sense to me of course, great for small children. Right. In many countries, especially the ones with way too many people, they aren’t very serious about garbage. If there is a drainage ditch behind their house they think they have a bathroom. When you’re struggling to survive the priority list is a bit different. The ocean carries all that garbage away away which at the time makes perfect sense. To people who have real problems. Paper straws are not good. They turn to mush and become unusable very quickly. So then you get another and another and another. More trash. At the lovely party, one Person Of Interest received a metal straw from a friend. With a case. That you were supposed to carry around with you and reuse. Dirty. Enough said. RPP. I may or may not have laughed, shook my head, rolled my eyes. All not too subtle gestures that I’m prone to do. Somehow, I don’t think that’s the solution. And it hurt my teeth to even think about. This brilliant Boomlennial predicts we’ll paper straw for awhile, remember they suck, and go back to plastic. End of discussion. Not talk or blogue worthy. RPP. Be grateful.