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:
A look inside my closet reveals that all of the hobbies I love -- trail running, skiing, biking -- involve plastic. Damn it.
The most sustainable new outfit is one that isn't new at all. That's why Grist dared me to wear my mom's 1970s-era clothes for a week. Hello, bellbottoms!
For the first week of my dare-a-day challenge, I planted peas, spoke to some very smart young people and greened up my sunscreen.
The heaviest thing so far in my garbage bag is Percy. Poor, corroded Percy. You were a good train, but now it's time for the landfill.
This is Umbra’s third entry in the series “Grist dared me to make a change.” Read the first and second here. And support her dare with a gift to Grist! Day 7, July 11: Meatless …
Grist dared me to wear nothing but thrift store clothes for a week. Dresses? No problem. Shoes -- well, that's another story.