What the fuck more do you want from me?
I don't have a car.
I don't go on holiday.
I don't buy fancy shit because it looks good on social media.
I buy loose veg (because it's cheaper and nobody needs a swede shrinkwrapped in plastic when it takes half my body weight to get a fucking knife through one of the bastarding things). My garden veg failed this year because I don't use pesticides, herbicides or poisons, so the fucking mice got everything that the caterpillars and slugs didn't.
I don't overconsume in the first place because I can't fucking afford it.
I reuse, repair, repurpose and, if all else fails, recycle everything.
The only single use plastics I have that I willingly accept are the injector pens for the medication that keeps me functioning as a member of society.
Until I couldn't do the job anymore, I walked to work and now rely upon buses to get to my current one (electric buses, usually crammed full) when they aren't too full to stop because somebody has caused an absolute fuck up on public transport.
The moment I am physically capable, I actually go out and do heavy physical work in my time off (unpaid) for environmental and animal welfare charities.
I have actually taught the Science. I am well aware of the nature of power discourses.
My MP is a fucking tosser Tory in a safer than safe seat. So he won't be missing my fucking vote, because he never had it in the first place and doesn't need it anyway.
There is fuck all else I can do about it.
But then you're all butthurt that I don't thank you (the collective 'you') for fucking over the journeys to work of the people who are always at the pointy end of any shit? Because you're 'raising awareness'?
We fucking know. And we also know that you will be fine, even whilst you wring your hands about your future, because your future will still be considerably more pleasant than ours.