Climate change is like someone comes up to you and tells you your super strict aunt is visiting, but your house has seen 3 parties over the weekend and is a mess. Youāre not quite sure if the person is serious or not, some people say āQUICK! We need to tidy the house NOW! Sheāll be here in an HOUR!ā and other people say āYour aunt isnāt visiting, itās all a huge lie, and besides, the house is still habitable!ā
Sure, you can work around the pizza trodden into the carpet, maybe lay a rug over the teenager vomit, wear shoes so the spilled beer doesnāt soak into your socks.
But if you spend a little time and effort cleaning the house, even if your aunt isnāt coming, you still have a lovely clean house! If you keep measures in place to keep it clean, no more wild parties, a few storage baskets, invest in a roomba, itāll stay clean for when your children live there too.
And if your aunt is actually coming, and you DONāT clean the house, youāre totally and utterly and without question, fucked.
By the way during this whole extended metaphor your aunt is, at that very moment, knocking on the door. And people are still yelling that sheās not actually coming




















