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I searched high and low for a fitting name for my blog.  I somehow landed at urbandictionary.com and, after some serious consideration of ‘plasterbation’, I came across ‘plastic manners’.  Urbandictionary.com eloquently, I might add, defines plastic manners as:

When two people, or groups of people, meet up unexpectedly and instantly hide their true feelings about each other under awkward and blatantly fake politeness.

After just leaving an unwanted conversation and joining another with a genuine friend:
Newcomer: “God, I thought that would never end.”
Friend: “You two have seriously plastic manners. Just admit you don’t like talking to one another. It’s sad watching you two stumble through a conversation.”

I like this term and its urban definition, because it describes my relationship with plastic- a relationship that I changed January 1st, 2010.

First, plastic and I often meet unexpectedly.  Starting out, I had no idea just how often!

Second, I feel like plastic and I had been hiding our true feelings for each other indeed!  I often pretended not to mind its pervasive presence.  The truth is, however, that I hate it in so many ways, which will surely be revealed throughout the life of this blog.  Plastic, similarly, smiles back at me, with its alluring pinks and blues and comforts galore. The truth seems to be, however, that it hates me too, deviously polluting my body and planet.  Super awkward.

What started as a year-long project, quickly became a life-long endeavour.

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You may not always like what I have to say.  Please let me know and we can both expand our ideas.  If you can put up with a few rants, I promise there is always a lesson in each post.

[Disclaimer- the views expressed in this blog are mine alone and do not reflect those of the organizations I work for or am affiliated with]