UPDATE: September 20, 2016
Okay, I’ve had it up to here with the plastic bags of dog crap. Can somebody please explain this phenomenon to me? Is it happening elsewhere around the country, or only in my neighborhood? What I’m talking about (there’s more in the original post, below) is the popular new custom of dog owners who take the time to pack up their dog’s droppings in a baggie, only to leave the baggie sitting there on the ground, thus turning one problem (dog waste) into two problems (dog waste and plastic). I can’t fathom the thought process of a person who would do this. But I must be missing something, because, obviously, plenty of people find it defensible. Every day I encounter and more of these bags.
June 16, 2016
TIME OUT for a culture rant.
Is there such a thing as an “undeveloping country”? We all know about the developing kind, but what about a formerly great country now in the throes of devolving? If there are such places, the United States has to be leading the pack. We live in a country where nobody wants to pay for, or take responsibility for, anything, and the results are starting to show. We see this in the bigger, macro sense. For instance, we are by some measures the wealthiest nation on earth, yet our infrastructure is rated 29th and is steadily falling to pieces.
But I see it in the small things, too. Take, for example, litter. I see litter and trash as a sort of bellwether for bigger problems. Our airports, to pick one spot (and to keep this conversation at least nominally within the sphere of air travel), are getting dirtier and dirtier. I see discarded cups and cans in the jet bridges, overspilling barrels, filthy curbsides, and apron and ramp areas that are just aswarm with trash. It didn’t used to be this way, and it’s not this way anywhere else in the world. I was at LAX not long ago on a windy afternoon, and the wind currents, whipping between two concourses, had created a sort of garbage cyclone — a great, rotating, three-story cloud of paper and plastic and styrofoam and dust. It was awesome.
There’s the litter itself, and also the human indifference to it. I’m not sure those are different things, but it drives me crazy when I see an airport employee step over a crushed coffee cup or a wadded up newspaper sitting on the floor of the jetway. Hey, it’s not my job! When I do the preflight, walk-around inspection of my aircraft, I’ll often scoop up an entire arm-full of refuse along the way — cups, bags, fasteners, locks, miscellaneous plastic luggage shards, wheels, and so on — because heaven forbid the apron workers bother to pick any of it up. Would this happen in Munich or Dubai or Osaka?
Then there’s my neighborhood. I’ll let a picture do the explaining. This snapshot was taken recently in Cambridge, Massachusetts. This is a it extreme, but it’s not unusual, and even the tidier neighborhoods around here are strewn with litter in a way that simply wasn’t the case in years past. Some of the traffic islands around Boston look like a dumpster exploded. When did it become acceptable for drivers at red lights to simply heave their trash out the window? Because, apparently, everybody is doing it.
We also need to talk about dog shit.
Pet owners in my neighborhood are for the most part diligent when it comes to cleaning up after their dogs, tidily stuffing the droppings into small plastic bags. So far, so good, right? Except, the new custom is to simply leave the plastic bag sitting on the ground. All of a sudden, everywhere — on the curbs, in the gutters, in the bushes, in parking lots — there are knotted plastic bags full of dog shit. As the kids would say, WTF? Why would you go through the trouble of bagging up the waste if you’re just going to leave it there? If anything you’ve made the problem worse. Now, instead of dog crap spoiling the ground, there’s dog crap and plastic. The pictures below were taken in a two-day span. The photo in the center of the lower set is the most perplexing, because this particular bag was left right next to a wide-open trash dumpster:
This one, though, is my favorite. Here you can actually see four separate bags. This is just around the corner from my house, and I watched as the bags were added, one at a time, over a period of several days, presumably by the same dog-walker:
And when I say it’s the small things, sometimes it’s the really small things.
Somebody needs to explain where the profusion of plastic dental flossers has come from. These blasted little things are everywhere. I never, ever, see pedestrians or drivers actually flossing, yet somehow these discarded flossers are popping up on every sidewalk and curb. Do they self propagate? Is there an army of secret night-flossers who roam around in the dark, keeping their gums healthy while sprinkling the ground with these things? (And yes, I know about the flossers in Infinite Jest.) I’m all for dental hygiene, but take your disgusting mouth picks home with you and dispose of them properly.
It’s funny, because a recent Associated Press investigation revealed that flossing your teeth is mostly a waste of time. This has been an open secret, apparently, for some time, but dental professionals have been loath to go public on the matter, perhaps fearing backlash from the influential flossing lobby. “Big Floss” has deep pockets. I learned about this in The Guardian, which has been loving the story. The Brits gave up on flossing years ago, and have long been laughing at the American obsession with the practice. It’s ironic, I know, that the Brits would be lecturing to anybody about dental health, but they may have this one right (does anybody remember that old episode of The Simpsons, when Lisa’s sadistic dentist terrifies her with a copy of “The Big Book of British Smiles”?). The big question, of course, is whether or not this report will result in a reduction of the number of plastic flossers littering our cities.
These beautiful collages (I actually spent a fair bit of time tinkering with the placement and textures of each image) was compiled over just two or three brief walks through my neighborhood:
People don’t seem to care much for public property. Neither, if the streets of my neighborhood are any indication, do they care about the their own. Consider the two front yards in the photos below. The top picture shows the house directly next to mine. Mind you I don’t live in an Appalachian trailer park, but in a trendy big-city neighborhood where property values have skyrocketed — a phenomenon untarnished by the fact that certain landlords can’t be bothered with even minimal maintenance. The bottom house is several streets away, on the border with Cambridge and West Somerville — an equally expensive area, where renovated two-family homes, with no backyard and neighbors only inches away on either side, can sell for upwards of a million dollars:
And our final culprit is the United States Postal Service.
Letter carriers around here carry bundles of mail tied with rubber bands. Lots of bundles, and lots of rubber bands. And when they unwrap the bands, what do you think they do with them? Thats right, and so the sidewalks where I live are littered with thousands of little brown noodles. What you see in the photo is about a week’s worth of bands picked up from around my neighborhood. Would it really be that difficult for USPS workers to shove these things into a pocket? And in case you didn’t realize it, they’re reusable!
And with that, for now, I am finished. Curmudgeon meter pegged.