On eating only plants

Two years ago I decided only to eat plants. Yes, that’s right, I became one of those pesky vegans. Contrary to popular opinion, I didn’t do it because I wanted to make people feel guilty about ordering a cappuccino or to drive my mother-in-law crazy about what to serve me for lunch. I didn’t even do it to assuage my concerns about animal welfare.* No, I was motivated first and foremost by the environment.

As a mum – and a member of the human race generally – I’m pretty keen for our species to survive. I mean, ideally I’d like us to flourish – you know, come to our senses, get rid of the numpties currently in charge, start being nice to each other, discover more about this weird and amazing universe we find ourselves in and, potentially, even colonise it. But I’ll settle for us just existing.

Sadly, all the scientific evidence suggests that we’re pretty much doomed, unless we ditch the meat and dairy. It’s one of those annoyingly inconvenient truths. Your burger and your latte are destroying the environment.

It’s quite simple, really. Animals require lots more land and water to farm than plants. When you farm animals you need both land for them and land on which to grow their feed. On a small planet with nearly eight billion people that’s not a good look. Much deforestation is due to people clearing land to farm animals, particularly cattle. What’s more, the millions of tonnes of methane that animals, like cows, release into the atmosphere makes animal agriculture even more toxic.

As one University of Oxford academic has pointed out, if we all turned vegan, we could drastically cut greenhouse gas emissions.

A few facts:

  • Globally, 18% of the dangerous greenhouse gases driving climate change come from animal agriculture. This is more than all emissions from transport combined. Emissions from the world’s cars, planes, boats and trains are less than those created by rearing animals for food (see this seminal United Nations report for details).
  • Livestock farming creates 37 % of all human-induced methane emissions. Methane is at least 20 times more potent than carbon dioxide (CO2) and so 20 times more dangerous for our climate. (Hey, I thought cow farts were funny too, until I read this Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change report and realised they could be the reason the world doesn’t meet the Paris Agreement targets).
  • The World Bank estimates that 91% of Amazonian deforestation is due to animal agriculture. Yup, it’s good to donate to celeb-fronted rainforest charities, but you could also swap that steak for a chickpea burger.

We might live in a world in which those in charge don’t listen to experts. But, when it comes to animal agriculture and the climate, the experts are telling us the same things. Over and over and over. Personally, I’d never, ever thought I’d go vegan. But once I knew the facts, it became the obvious thing to do. I didn’t want my daughter thinking I’d chosen a cheese sandwich over her future.

(*But the more I learn about the cruelty of modern animal farming**, the more I’m glad I don’t support it.

**And yes, sorry, this includes dairy farming.)

 

Eco-friendly Christmas stockings

It was only when I had my daughter that I really started worrying about the environment. With a little person to care for, I suddenly saw the existential threat of climate change for what it really was. I mean, what was the point in making sure her carrot puffs were organic, with out-of-control global warming on the cards? She doesn’t need just her own health. She needs a healthy world to live in.

So since she came along, I’ve made some eco-friendly lifestyle changes. I’ve become vegan. I don’t drive. I’ve switched to a green energy provider. My latest quest is to cut down on plastics. And here’s where things have come unstuck. You see, while I diligently refill washing-up liquid, laundry liquid, fabric conditioner and shampoo bottles with eco-friendly products, I’ve not stopped buying my little girl the endless plastic gubbins that seems an integral part of modern childhoods. Her bedroom is awash with plastic kittens, jewellery, hair accessories, play phones, false teeth, clockwork toys and a whole load of the neoliberal propaganda that is Shopkins – which means I’m buying environmentally damaging stuff for the person who motivated me to take action for the environment. That’s not just irony eating itself, that’s irony eating itself, sicking itself up and then eating itself all over again.

The plastic tat has to stop. I’m haunted by visions of tropical beaches awash with plastic ponies, their pink flanks fading slowly in the sun. Those things will take thousands of years to decompose – harming countless marine animals in the process.  But it’s so much easier to make changes for yourself, rather than enforce them on your child – especially when, like all kids nowadays, my daughter has plastic pushed at her from all sides.Take children’s magazines. Long gone are the days when the ‘free’ gift was an annual event. Today every issue comes with a whole load of ‘free’ plastic bric-a-brac attached – all handily held in place by plastic packaging (even the fabulous National Geographic Kids does this!). Birthday party goody bags are another plastic-fest. It’s someow become the done thing to help destroy the future of every single kid at the party by cheerfully waving them off with a load of brightly dyed, moulded petro-chemicals. And the Christmas stocking is the same. Apparently nothing says “you’ve been a good boy/girl” than a clockwork dinosaur or a fortune-telling fish. The result is what you see in the photo – a load of plastic guff that ends up in drawers, down the back of the sofas or discarded somewhere inconvenient (usually the bathroom floor, readily positioned for a barefoot).

So this Christmas, it’s time for a change. I’m not saying my daughter’s getting a tangerine and a 5p piece in her stocking. But Santa is definitely going to be more eco-conscious. I’m thinking books, chocolate, packets of seeds, wooden beads, a cinema ticket, dried mango or other fruit, a home-made jar of biscuit mix, mini soaps, pencils, mini sewing kits, socks, a bath bomb, a green science kit and a groovy hat If anyone has any other ideas, please let me know!

 

 

The tale of the strange little monkeys (or why I set up That Dot)

Once upon a time there were some strange little monkeys living on a rock spinning through the infinite emptiness of space. This rock was their only home. Nevertheless, they treated it with disdain. They polluted its air and water. They cut down its trees. They mined its metals and burnt its fossil fuels.

Some of the monkeys worked out that they had to be kinder to their rock – or things were going to end badly for them. Very badly indeed. But when they told the other monkeys, the other monkeys found it too hard to hear. Or they said they were lying. Or they put their fingers in their ears and shouted, ‘la, la, la!’ at the top of their funny little voices.

Like I said, they were strange little monkeys.

But then the worried monkeys came up with a different tactic. They decided to spread their message the way monkeys had always done – by telling each other stories. Their stories were about better, kinder and safer ways for the monkeys to live. Stories that would change, and ultimately, save their world.

That Dot was set up by one such strange little monkey. If any of you other little monkeys would like me to tell  your world-changing story, please email melissa@thatdot.co.uk