Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Plastic is the New Beach Glass and Other Tales of Domestic Bliss

My husband is obsessed with plastic. And I'm not talking about a retro Graduate type of obsession, or even a more modern take on silicone breasts. No, I'm talking about a very unsexy petroleum-based mix of monomers that become polymers, to which additional chemicals are added for suppleness which might sound sexy, but believe me, it's not.

It's his new car porn, although I suppose I should be happy it's not a '68 Dodge Dart with a slant six engine because we've already had one of those and they do not have the LATCH system, can you believe it? No, these days Bryan spends an inordinate amount of time on the computer researching alternatives to plastic and looking at spread-eagle pics of Plastic Island, a floating slick of garbage twice the size of Texas located somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. As a surfer and sailor, Bryan has suddenly become keenly aware of the problems of our world reliance on plastic.

Anyway, all this to say that today I dedicate the beach blog I write over at Uptake to my husband. Because I love him and want desperately for him to just sit down with me tonight to watch NYC Prep, an entirely different kind of plastic. Which he totally won't, but oh well. So head on over to Uptake if you want to hear me sound kinda' sorta' serious.

Back tomorrow with more snark. Or love. Depending on my mood.




Simply Mel said...

Can't you make it Snarky Love?

mosey along said...

Okay, do you deliberately beef up the color in those photos just to make them more ewwww-inducing?

Great article.

Oonafey said...

This is not relevent to todays post, but I thought you might be interested because of the "pooping your pants in fear" post.


Hannah Miet said...

That photo is FRIGHTENING.

Also, I now want to go watch The Graduate.

Kwana said...

I love the now look. So purdy! So I'm wondering if you're watching NYC Prep alone are not. Plastic can't beat Sebastian. If he really wants plastic have him watch the Miami Social show. Plenty there.

Up Mama's Wall said...

Oh God! The flotilla of plastic (and other garbage). It haunts me too. The intern at my work was just mentioned in the NY Times because she's trying to raise $$ to go there for a story. Ok, so this is more about journalism than plastic, but still, it proves I read the NY Times.