Grist dared me to make a change
Call us immature, but we can’t resist a dare. A dare ups the ante. A dare puts your honor at stake. A dare, frankly, makes it more fun. That’s why this July we and a few courageous readers are stepping outside our comfort zones to discover just how green we can get.
Throughout this month, Grist will bring you stories of brave souls who’ve accepted our dares. Will meat lover David Roberts convince his family to go vegetarian? Can reader Alden Wicker make do with nothing but secondhand clothes for a week in the uber-fashion-conscious world of New York City? Respected author and food activist Anna Lappé will write love poems to her favorite environmental groups, but will she ever find anything to rhyme with “sustainable”?
You can help. Sponsor these daring folks. Reward their plucky spirit by making a donation to Grist. It’s like someone running a marathon for charity, only way cooler. Choose a dare, make your donation, and follow along as our participants push their eco limits.
And if they inspire you to take on a dare or two yourself, even better. Welcome aboard.
Stories in this series:
Green crush: A jug of organic wine, a loaf of local bread, and thou
For one week, I'll be sending out poems to a few of New York City's greatest food heroes -- to the amazing projects, city efforts, local businesses, and community-based organizations devoted to transforming our food system.
Secondhand style: Wake me up, I'm wearing a nightgown
I tried to punch up this thrift store dress with braided hair, huge earrings, and bright red lipstick, but it still bores me to sleep. The reaction in my office: crickets chirping.
Viva veggies: In which I try tofustrami, and like it
The Humane Society wrote and offered to buy me a delicious vegetarian lunch. My general policy is to eat lunch when it's offered, so I took them up on it.
Secondhand style: Duds for downward dog
It turns out my boring dress was perfect for the heat. And I even found thrifty clothes for yoga class. Now to shop for a weekend of drinking -- I mean, hiking.
Va-va-vintage: My mom, the blouse goddess
Turns out my mom had some beautiful blouses back in the day. Too bad none of her pants or skirts will fit me, other than these blinged-out white jeans.
Va-va-vintage: Running in Suzanne Somers shorts
Remember those really short shorts from the 70s? That's what I wore for running today. I guess I better get comfortable with showing some leg, and fast.
Va-va-vintage: My mom — style maven or hoarder?
The finds from my mom's closet have been so successful that some people think I didn't even have to dig to find them. Oh, I dug. Believe me. I dug.