Earlier this year my daughter’s primary school, in a laudable quest for eco-credentials, banned all plastics. No bags. No bottles. No cling film. No juice cartons. No plastic packaging of any kind. That included all birthday treats, too. The cakes or sliced-up tray bakes must now be home-baked and arrive in a reusable box.
Of course, no one complained about this publicly. What are we, monsters?No, idiots, for putting up with this control freakery....
But once again it’s the lives of mothers (mostly) that get more complicated, our to-do lists subtly longer, our mental load gaining another item (or three).Then you should stop meekly acquiescing, shouldn't you?
What happened to 'I am woman, hear me roar (at the Green fruitcakes and their endless virtue signalling)!'..?
It won’t take much longer to make an oaty bar, but who buys the ingredients? Who will clean up afterwards? Yes, I can bake cupcakes, but, you know, it’s another thing to do after a long day at work and not all women like to bake.You have noticed that every supermarket - and even Greggs! - sels the things ready-baked, haven't you?
Once you start looking, you notice that much of the urgent planet-saving work is falling to women.Waaah! Waah! That's because you're too stupid to balk at doing it!
Eradicating plastic from a school is a commendable aim. But perhaps if we put just as much effort into levelling the domestic playing field, it wouldn’t feel like such a chore. Dads want to save the planet, too — let’s use the eco-crusade to speed up the rate at which they step up at home.Or...maybe you could both band together and tell the school where to get off, instead?