The environment can’t afford to be picky (Day 250)…

November 5, 2007


The other night, at a party, my friend and I were loitering around the food table because we didn’t feel like dancing. After stuffing various victuals in our mouths, she went to grab a toothpick and offered me one. I grinned and asked if I had any stuff in my teeth — she said no — so I declined.

This is, I’m realizing, precisely what any eco-minded person would do. It’s become a natural reaction for me now; unless I really, truly need to use something, I just don’t.

However, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to use this as my green change for today! Yup, no toothpicks it is. I have my vegan-waxed floss if I really need to dig something out of my chompers, as well as some natural mouthwash, and if I’m desperate there’s always my fingernails.

There are some environmentally friendly toothpick options out there: Preserve has a line of them made from sustainably harvested birch, and you can get bamboo ones, too. However, it’s always better to reduce, so that’s what I’ll be doing (but please do tell me if I’ve got broccoli in between my teeth).

Photo of multicoloured toothpicks from this photog on Flickr

Bring Your Own Bib (Day 239)…

October 25, 2007

dental bib

This morning, I’m off to the dentist. I actually like my dentist, but the dental hygienist — not so much. Admittedly, I’m not the best patient: I had a tongue ring, I slacked off when it came to wearing my retainer, I broke my bottom braces and still haven’t bothered to get them fixed at the orthodontist, I don’t floss as much as I should, I eat too many sweets and now I’ve stopped using toothpaste with fluoride.

Still, that woman knows full well that I have extremely sensitive molars, and yet she continues to scrape away at them like some famished vampire, desperate to get her next meal from my poor gums (Ed note: Turns out, I had a different hygienist today, and she was much nicer — went gentle on the scraping, got the polishing over with quickly and was more than happy to accommodate my silly bib).

Anyway, a little while back, I wrote about how I was going to decline the paper gown at the doctor’s office. Well, now, I’m going to green my dental visits and BYOB — as in, bring my own bib. Rather than actually go out and buy one, however, I’ll just use my large organic cotton handkerchief, which they should be able to attach with those little metal alligator clips that go around your neck. At least if I’m going to make a bloody drooling mess everywhere, I can wipe myself up with something soft and unbleached.