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Take A Mug To Work

Because disposable cups are dumb to the point of stupid.

Humans have a long, proud history of incredible stupidity.

Having invented reusable, environmentally friendly mugs using china or clay in Fred Flintstone’s day, a couple of short planks came along in the 20th century and invented the disposable plastic cup. Here we have a product that gobbles up oil, spews out carbon dioxide, is deliberately designed to be used only once, and would struggle to biodegrade in Kirk Douglas’s lifetime. A product infinitely worse than the one it replaced, a doomsday Jimmy Smits/Rick Schroder scenario, it represents every backward step the species has ever taken in the name of progress.

Let’s do some Butterflyish, every-little-helps maths here. Let’s say you have at least two brain cells and limit yourself to one disposable cup a day, reusing it every time you go to the office water cooler. That makes five cups a week, which makes 260 a year, give or take holidays. Now imagine every working adult doing the same and let your mind boggle until your nose bleeds. According to Earth Day we get through about 500 billion disposable cups a year, in workplaces and coffee joints. It’s at this point you realise we’re being outsmarted by the cavemen who mastered pottery. If they had access to a Delorean they’d look at our cups and rip the piss something rotten.

Take a mug to work. Now imagine every working adult doing the same, and let your mind boggle in a more positive, self-righteous state of bogglement. No more plastic cups. No more polystyrene. Way less carbon. And if, like The Zero, you work in an office that’s hot-desky and anonymous and tries every day to persuade you that individuality doesn’t actually exist, taking a mug to work can be a tiny expression of the thin little shred of personality you’re clinging to. Mine has a Star Wars logo on it. You won’t believe the action I get with a mug like that. Me chap’s worn away to a stump.

Take a mug to work

 

Save resources

 

Save the goddamn world

 

Photo credit: The Zero

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