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Showing posts with label fuel. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Isn't it amazing

Isn't it amazing how trends, attitudes, and fashion all seem to cycle around?

There are more movements these days than there are days of the week. (yeah I was going to say something else that was totally disgusting but decided against it. It sort of made me throw up in my mouth a bit so I figured I'd save you the details) 
Anyway, these days there is the:
whole food movement, 
gluten-free movement, 
meatless movement, 
lower sugar no high fructose movement
save money, spend less
buy local
you name it there is a movement, diet, foundation, organization, society, charity, cause, or association for it.

Funny thing is during World War I the United States rallied around their troops overseas by becoming Hoover Helpers. It was one cause that encompassed all of the ones listed above and everyone joined.


  

  • Save the wheat. 
  • Save the meat
  • Save the milk
  • Save the fats
  • Save the sugar
  • Save the fuel
  • Use perishable food
  • Use local supplies
94 years later these have become relevant again. Maybe it's just me (mostly likely since I'm a bit of an anthropology/history nut) but I find this a fascinating bit of social history.

Something else that I like about this is the idea of starting at home to help yourself and the greater collective. I know, I sound like a commune-loving, liberal whack-job who enjoys smoking pot, looking at flowers, singing Kum-By-ya, and holding hands but really if we all thought a little more about helping others and in the process help ourselves wouldn't that make life a little easier? I'm probably talking out of my a$$ but I've been kind of disillusioned lately by the American people and by people in general, including myself. Or maybe it is the winter blues. Whatever.

What do you think? Does anything on this list relate to you? Am I a liberal whack-job? Should I be worried about that?

Just please don't call me a Hooverite.

Love,
M