'Stop!' I wanted to scream at her. 'I just put in trickling showerheads and dim lightbulbs. I got an ass-crack rash from recycled toilet paper and you're telling me there's no hope? Don't be so depressing!' But what would that do to my reputation in the neighborhood? Instead, I just pasted on a smile and nodded along." (Robyn Harding, “Unplugged and Unglued,” The Tyee, March 20, 2009) This isn't sad, and you (should) know it -- what you're doing here is identifying yourself as fully in fashion: Every green heroine these days lives the green life, admires its rightness but complains of its expense, and experiences the oh so very fashionable green guilt (which isn't so severe as to be crippling -- in fact it kind of pleases, in that its light continual press always reminds of your over-all ethical rightness). The "I just pasted on a smile and nodded along" should be pathetic -- I mean, what would you do if you were living in a ...