(Hat Tip: Protein Wisdom) Ronnie Cohen is a freelance journalist from San Francisco who writes on social justice and environmental issues. (Oh, boy.) She has a teenage son, whom she has raised in the all the left-wing dogma of environmentalism and social justice. Now, she can’t figure out how he turned out to be an obnoxious little prick and she’s a total wuss who caters to him.
I can do nothing right in my teenage son’s eyes. He grills me about the distance traveled of each piece of fruit and every vegetable I purchase. He interrogates me about the provenance of all the meat, poultry, and fish I serve. He questions my every move—from how I choose a car (why not electric?) and a couch (why synthetic fill?) to how I tend the garden (why waste water on flowers?)—an unremitting interrogation of my impact on our desecrated environment. While other parents hide alcohol and pharmaceuticals from their teens, I hide plastic containers and paper towels.
I feel like I’ve become the adolescent, sneaking around to avoid my offspring’s scrutiny and lectures. Only when Cory leaves the house do I dare clean the refrigerator of foul-smelling evidence of my careless waste—wilted greens, rotten avocados, moldy leftovers. When he goes out to dinner, I smuggle in a piece of halibut or sturgeon, fish the stocks of which, he tells me, are dangerously depleted. Even worse, I sometimes prepare beef—a drain on precious water, my son assures me, and a heavy contributor to greenhouse-gas emissions.
Read the whole thing, and if you want to learn how to raise a smug, spoiled, self-righteous eco-monster brat, it’s an excellent guide.
There is no mention of a father in the article at all; because Ronnie Cohen is “a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man.”
So, where did the snot-nosed little prick ever get the idea that it was okay to be snotty and obnoxious to people for not being green enough?