I’d love the idea of being an impressively frugal extreme couponer, and being one of those people who’s so good at it that the store owes me money by the time we’re done ringing up.
But I’d also love the idea of living in a small space with the bare essentials, plus a few comfort items.
But I’d also love the idea of buying dry foods in bulk in my own containers, all of which has to be hauled and stored. But I’d also love the idea of riding a bike or public transport everywhere to save the planet. But I’d also love to grow all my own food, with enough land to do so. And this also requires storage. And distance. And in the current, very doomed system, a car.
At least dumpster diving hits a happy medium between frugality and waste reduction.
Am I allowed to have it all? If I am, is it even feasible to have it all? How do you go zero (or least) waste when everything you get a coupon for is brand name and in crappy packaging? How do you buy and store bulk in a tiny space? How do you store your harvest in a tiny space, if you’re lucky enough to have the land for it?
Is this what I’m even supposed to spend my late twenties figuring out? What with the world being on fire and all?
One thing I keep getting stuck on is that all of these approaches are distractions. None of them address the problems they pretend to respond to. They’re just reactions, adapted, made cute, made profitable. Put on pretty little monetized sites full of affiliate links to overpriced hosting.
And I just finally figured out how to get AdSense working on this site, so I’m certainly guilty, though I’m also recently unemployed because I dreaded the idea of continuing to work with the public after seeing mask compliance sharply drop off when the Yellow phase of reopening for my county started. I was not willing to risk my safety, and the safety of family that I’m living with, to find out how much worse it was going to get. Though when I went back recently to drop off my old handbook and uniform shirt, I did see just about the same amount of bare faces, even among employees, so I guess I can be comforted that I made the right choice.
To be clear, the current state masking guidance is “any time you go out in public,” and the store’s policy, at least in theory, is “whenever you’re on the clock and not on break.”
I do not miss the work, but I do miss working, so I guess I’m hoping I can fill the void and turn at least a small profit (which is literally any amount over $12) with this blog.
But I do not feel that I fit all that nicely into the “lifestyle” or even “aspiring homesteader” niche, because it is a genre of clean and pretty blogs advertising a lifestyle that is inherently dirty–whether that’s mud or blood. People are very proud of changing the way they get resources, without challenging or changing their relationship to those resources. It remains impersonal. Extractive. Colonial. Eco-hostile. Because it does not disrupt the systems these people claim to be disenchanted with. The homesteader aspiration is only a possibility because the “opportunity” so strongly associated with it, and which is so strongly desired by these homesteaders, is only a possibility as a result of forcibly claiming land with the specific goal of exploiting it. The pastoral fascination requires ignoring the historical exploitation of the people who traditionally worked the land solely to be the subject of ignorant fascination, requires ignoring land theft and genocide, requires ignoring chattel slavery and the momentum of generational wealth accumulated through all of this.
Nothing has changed.
The appropriate question is not whether we can have it all, or if we can make the best choice. The fascination with choice (or romantic notions of freedom) doesn’t concern itself with who even gets choices to begin with. Or at whose expense the comfort comes from, so that we can even worry about choices in the first place.
