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Prius PreeningIs my hybrid turning my kids into eco-snobs?

By Emily Bazelon
Updated Thursday, July 12, 2007, at 4:24 PM ET

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On an average Saturday morning, there are five blue Toyota Priuses in the parking lot of our synagogue. I know because my children count them, starting with ours. They could do this with any popular item they own, of course (not that they have too many chances in our late-adapting household). But their hybrid love made me cringe last week, when the New York Times ran a story about the success of the Prius (purchase required), and I saw myself in it.

Why are Prius sales surging when other hybrids are slumping, the Times asked? Because buyers "want everyone to know they are driving a hybrid." According to a marketing survey (which the Times ran in a graphic I couldn't hide from), more buyers bought the Prius this year because it "makes a statement about me" (57 percent) than because of its better gas mileage (36 percent) or lower carbon dioxide emissions (25 percent) or new technology (7 percent).

If I'm being honest, I'd answer "all of the above" in response to that survey. It also made me worry about how my kids perceive our family Prius ownership. Do they think we're doing our small bit to save the Earth, or are they imbibing a look-at-me smugness?

This is a problem that can arise in many contexts—nationalism and religion spring to mind. There's a fine line between pride in one's identity and unearned moral superiority. But environmentalism has particular pitfalls. One's salvation from sin doesn't depend on anyone else's salvation, not directly. But one's salvation from global warming does. My air conditioning is cooling off my house and heating up your planet.

Kids get this, I think. They also get that grown-ups think the matter urgent. It's a hard lesson to miss when we're surrounded by a doomsday culture spawned by fears of global warming. On Earth Day, my son's first-grade class learned about saving Dear Mother Earth by recycling and conserving water and, yes, telling other people to do those things (starting at home with their families). Don't get me wrong: I'm all for Eli turning off lights and telling his younger brother, Simon, to quit blasting the hot water. I'm also all for Al Gore sounding the alarm to adults. But the mass death threat lurking in kid-aimed lessons about climate change reminds me of the antinuclear propaganda I grew up with in the 1980s. Remember The Day After? I don't think my 7-year-old and 4-year-old really need exposure to end-of-the-world scenarios. I've read them the 1971 The Lorax lots of times, but one later Seuss title we don't own is the Cold War allegory The Butter Battle Book.

Scare tactics and smugness will not win the day for the planet. Thomas Friedman makes this point well with his proposed motto, "Green is the new red, white and blue." He argues that going green should be "capitalistic and patriotic," an ethos that belongs to Kansas as much as to the liberal precincts of Washington, D.C., and San Francisco. If environmentalism remains the snooty project of the Pious Prius Brigade, then my kids and your kids, or their kids or grandkids, will be moving to Greenland.

Following Friedman, I want to make sure Eli and Simon never utter the kid version of the sort of overbearing environmentalism exemplified by this New Yorker quote: "I do daily yoga with my wife. We live in an energy-efficient house with solar-panel appliances. We use organic linens and towels. We try to ride bikes to work." Don't you want to punch this guy? I do. I thought of him a couple of weekends ago when we went on a family camping trip. In the middle of a clear West Virginia stream, some of our fellow campers soaped up, shampoo and all, with nary a thought, seemingly, to the chemicals they were injecting straight into the water. Eli looked at them and then at my husband and me. "Those people shouldn't be doing that!" he said. "We should stop them, shouldn't we?" We shook our heads and told him to keep his voice down, and while I can't quite remember what we said, I hope it was some halfway coherent explanation about how sometimes you just have to let other people be.

At the same time, when kids feel the pull of a powerful family ethic—a strong belief in its own way of doing things—that's a thing to behold. We know a 14-year-old who is a strict and committed vegetarian. He believes that it's wrong to kill animals to eat them, and he converted his parents and his two brothers to eating His Way. There's real force to their collective choice to respect and live out his principles, and a kind of beauty, too. I've written before about trying to inculcate a countercultural family ethic. I'm still committed. And, in our house, some greeniness is part of it. Last winter, when we decided to buy our first new car in 13 years, I was editing the Slate Green Challenge. My husband does environmental work for a living. It seemed ridiculous not to take the biggest chance we had to reduce the family carbon count—and the tax break we got from D.C. was nice, too.

Also—and here's where the "making a statement" part comes in—neither of us really wanted to drive a minivan, our other logical option, given the many-kid carpools in our future. This feeling was tied to green values, sure, but it was also about an aesthetic: avoiding, for now, becoming a minivan mom.

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Worried your kids are getting too pretentious for your Prius? Well, this middle-of-the-middle class, midwestern, minivan-motoring mom is here to help! Why not take 'em down a notch with these Prius Snobbery Offsets.

-No new Abercrombie this year. Buy last year's at the "gently-used" resale shop. Make them wear it.

-Clip coupons. And use them. In front of your kids. They make coupons for soy milk, I've seen them.

-Speaking of shopping, buy the store brand. Of everything. In front of your kids.

-Dress that buggy down with a clever bumper sticker - "I Brake For Garage Sales" comes to mind.

-Two words: Big Lots

-Two more words: State university.

Hope this helps!

--bright_virago

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As long as our consumer society is hung up on identifying itself by its purchases, true responsibility will never be possible. If you cared that much about reducing your carbon footprint, you'd move to a large city like New York or Boston and take the commuter rail and the subway everywhere. You'd go to the farmer's markets in a large urban center, buy local rather than buying organic if local went a shorter distance to get to you, swap out your air conditioner for either a swamp cooler or good old-fashioned toughing out summer...or at the very least keep the A/C thermostat at 75. You'd make real sacrifices rather than "hey look at me" consumer purchases, which only makes you a liberal asshole rather than the H2-driving conservative asshole.

What makes me laugh at all this is that any economic conservative, acting simply to conserve his own financial resources, does more to help the environment than the Shakespearean sound and fury of most liberals. Where lefties talk and make movies and sing songs, the Adam Smith disciples and true capitalists are more likely to take meaningful microeconomic action. Were lefties and watermelons (Green on the outside, Red at their core) truly concerned about the environment, that fact would piss them off a lot more than it seems to in reality.

--MonsterDog

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While I hate eco-snobs, the scene in which the kids are told to hush in the face of people shampooing in a stream made me sad. The kids had a legitimate point, and it feels that the reason to "let them be" was not out of a libertarian ideal but a fear of making a scene. I know because I go through it, too. It used to be a little voice inside of me, and now it is the little voice that are my kids. This reasons, based on a fear of making waves, is what fuels everything bad in our world.

This fear is what allows parents to hit their kids in the supermarket (it's just a small slap), spread racism (it's just a joke), or ruin the environment (I need an SUV).

The "quality of life" campaign in NYC tackled those small crimes, and the entire city cleaned up. Perhaps we should empower our children to confront the wrongs we teach them so that they can save the world we seem unwilling to save for them.

--darling

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It's ironic, but my fundamentalist youth is what the TreeHugger.com sort of environmentalists remind me of more than anything else. Dogmatic, sanctimonious, ascetic, hostile to all forms of pleasure, anti-reason, and bit self-loathing and ashamed to be human even. Those are the vibes I sometimes get from environmentalists. Not always, of course, but the negative experiences stick with you more than the pleasant ones. I fled one brand of religious Puritanism into the arms of the secular world, only to find that world itself to be increasingly dominated by a New Puritan ethic. Puritanism, it seems, just won't die.

The bottom line is that environmental issues are not really moral issues, they are economic issues in disguise. Everyone wants clean air to breathe for themselves, but there is no natural market for clean air. The air is a commons, and suffers from the tragedy of the commons. The answer to this is not to create a new clean air religion, but to fix the underlying economic defect, to create a market for clean air. Or rather, to auction off the rights to emit certain pollutants. This is the most freedom preserving way to address the issue.

This is my dream, at least. Morality free environmentalism. Or, rather, that environmental morality only comes into play when you vote to establish markets for pollutants, but not when you buy things or go about living your life. I want an environmentalism dominated by environmental engineers and economists, by markets working out the most efficient solutions, not by environmental shamans shaking their rattles and checking my piety.

--kolmogorov

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