I, like many of The Bubble’s Environment section readers, have long suspected myself to fall under the category of ‘environmentalist’. Unsure of exactly what this entails, I took to the internet to see if I met the criteria.
An environmentalist is, to all intents and purposes, a tree-hugger. Anyone who finds themselves regularly cosying up to the gnarled exterior of an old birch tree of a weekend may wish to re-identify themselves as an environmentalist. In fact, so great is the environmentalist’s love of tree-hugging that, alongside their frequent marches against the capitalist state and the badger cull, they rarely have time for such common practices as hair-brushing and basic hygiene. This is often cited as the reason behind their unkempt appearance, leaf-adorned, lengthy tangles of hair and large, bushy beards. Almost all environmentalists are relic hippies, leftover from the swinging 60s and struggling to adapt to the demands of modern, technological society. If you find yourself often draped in a disarray of tie-dye, headscarves and peace signs, you may very well be an environmentalist yourself. If you are partial to striding barefoot through hay meadows, may be found in a deep state of meditation on some secluded cliff top, have an uncanny ability to replicate birdsong, have an irrational hatred of technology and are consistently followed by a lingering scent of hemp, there can be little doubt of your environmentalist inclination.
Beneath the peaceful aura of the environmentalist lurks a deadly anarchist. The environmentalist, fuelled from months of meditation and feasting off berries and tofu, will feel the urge to burn whole feeds of genetically-modified crop. They may also choose to send death threats to any farmer who happens to live within a badger cull region and will go to great lengths to shun anyone who dares to let the word ‘nuclear’ spill from their lips. If any of these pastimes apply to you, it is safe to say that ‘environmentalist’ is your role in life.
At least this is the impression that media and society are working with. The Oxford English Dictionary definition is a little less restrictive: an environmentalist is simply described as someone ‘who is concerned about protecting the environment’. Now whiling away my days wandering through forests and meadows with only the desire to look after the surrounding nature to cast a shadow on my otherwise peaceful existence does have a certain appeal. I could succumb to the allure of a technology-free life, as would be the only imaginable choice of the aforementioned hippie-tree-hugger-environmentalist figure, but, sitting here in my draughty student house, I do think I might miss central heating… and snuggling up in front of the television every once in a while… and then again, long hair has never really suited me… and I can barely whistle, let alone mimic a wood pigeon… and hemp always looks a bit itchy…
I’m no Joni Mitchell, I’m no Bob Dylan and I’m certainly no Bill Oddie. I am concerned about protecting the environment though.
Like feminism, environmentalism has managed to get itself caught up in a knot of stereotypes, misgivings, misconceptions and preconceptions that have taken the focus away from what the movement is really about. Do you believe that men and women should have equal rights? You’re a feminist. Do you want to protect the environment? You’re an environmentalist. It’s that simple. Of course not everyone goes to the same personal efforts to ensure that their beliefs are carried out and not everyone matches the passion of those hardy environmentalist stereotypes but the environmentalist movement is no more about growing a great bushy beard as the feminist movement is about burning bras.
Environmentalism was sexy in the 60s but, as concern for the future state of the climate grows, and, at a time when nature is under huge pressure from population and settlement growth and demand for resources, it’s now that environmentalism should be at its sexiest. Environmentalism should be hitting Benedict Cumberbatch levels of sexiness but it’s just not really there yet.
Forget the tie-dye, don’t feel any obligation to throw away your shaving foam and put some shoes on when you leave the house. If you want to be an environmentalist, and I’m sure you already are, then all you have to do is care about the environment. No social exclusion, tree-hugging or niche fashion sense necessary. All you have to do is care about the environment, really care about the environment, and then we have a starting point to rewrite the future of our planet.