So my husband and I were talking (read: arguing) about politics today. I told him about what I'd read of the Senate Intelligence Report regarding the misinformation Bush and his administration had been feeding the public in order to garner support for attacking Iraq. He argued that if they did go in under false pretenses, Saddam Hussein was to blame for it and he was sure it had nothing to do with Iraq's oil.
Then our discussion drifted toward drilling for oil and the environment. Now, if you've known me for any time at all, you know I earned my college nickname earthshoes for a reason (and it had nothing to do with the brand name). I used to support Green Peace. My two older kids wore cloth diapers and we made our own babyfood (less waste). I recycled everything, gardened organically (still do), used to wrap presents in paper sacks I decorated myself (still do sometimes), (still) have artificial Christmas trees because the idea of killing one in the name of holiday cheer doesn't sit well with me, and made sure my oldest son was born on the first globally recognized Earth Day. (Okay, I didn't do that on purpose, but my husband tells people I did). I want a green burial or to be cremated when I die, because taking up space in the earth in a leadlined coffin is just wrong. It has nothing to do with being noble or high-minded or anything silly like that. It seems to be built in.
I thought I'd converted him, but I guess amused indulgence isn't the same thing.
The man opens his mouth and actually says, "We need to just open up the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge and get it over with. We're too dependent upon foreign oil."
"But that's a wildlife refuge!" I replied, horrified.
"Yeah, well, I don't think wildlife is as important as oil."
"Of course you think that way. You're a Republican." And I said it like it was a dirty word.
There was a moment of silence between us. And I wondered when exactly did we wind up on the opposite sides of the fence on this? The answer? When I stopped letting him filter the world for me. For too many years, when it came to politics, the government, and the state of the world, I let him dictate what I thought. When I started doing my own homework instead of cheating off his.
The conversation ended in a stalemate. I suggested he do an indepth study on what's really going on, and stop taking the information he's being fed by the Bush Administration at face value. He recommended I stop being so sentimental and accept that the environment needs to take a backseat to our needs.