Personally, I don’t love carrying my garbage around with me, but I recognize that it wouldn’t exist without my intervention. Nobody ran up and asked me to hold an empty cup. I thoughtlessly bought something. Thoughtlessly consumed it, and now I have to hold onto the detritus for a little while? Great. It’s easy. Easy to embrace that modicum of responsibility for your own waste. This is my protest song, the world’s lamest: I will attend to my garbage without complaint.
Yeah, I don’t understand why people think getting rid of public garbage cans would help at all.
I spent some time homeless, and always thought I was being polite by throwing my stuff away in other people’s garbage instead of losing it, but I guess this author would hate me for it.