Because it calls for repeating

I don't consider myself really crunchy. At least not compared to the rest of the Internet and blogging world.

I drive a car. -1,000 crunchy points
I love, love, love my Diet Pepsi. -500 crunchy points
And oh, how I hate granola. Automatically lose the game

But I try. Really. I do.
I used to grow my own vegetables (well, until I took a new job and had no green space in the new apartment), try to buy only local produce (which does get pretty limiting come winter, hence the word "try"), and generally would rather walk than drive (yay for the bus!).

I hate the hautiness of it all. I hate the competitive game of how you must do X,Y and Z, and you must love your menses, and how you just completely fail if you consider doing anything but all that's crunchy, all the time.

I'm human. I can't be like Barbara Kingsolver and go live in Appalachia for a year and make my own wheat and kill my own chickens and collect eggs every morning. Mainly because I'm pretty sure that my city's ordinances don't allow me to keep chickens -- especially not in an apartment.