By kids, I mean teenagers. And the most judgemental of those: 13 year olds. Most years I coach a high school sports team which, this year, gave me access to 14 adolescent minds with which to test the “ultimate coolness” of the Clean Bin Project.
I started off by casually talking about recycling. (They were on board). I mentioned I take all my waste home with me. (A few weird looks). I say I haven’t taken my garbage out in 4 months. (Stares of disbelief). Someone asks about feminine hygiene, and it’s all over.
No amount of cajoling or coercing could get them to see this as “normal”; although, I did have one girl say that her mom used to have to use fabric scraps as a child and she thought it sounded better than that. Gee thanks. Chalk one up for me.
But mostly they just asked why.
Why the heck would I want to do that? Was it a contest? Was someone making me do it? What about clothes? What about shampoo? What about toilet paper? Ok, I admit in the end, we had a bit of a good discussion, but they still thought I was crazy.
The only thing that ended up redeeming whatever coolness factor I may have had was that I mentioned we were making a documentary about it.
“Really? Like in the movie theatre? Will you be the star? Will it show here? Can we see it”
“Well, yes, I’ll be in it, and it will probably show once or twice somewhere around here.”
“Cool. Ya, that’s cool.”