The joy of taking out the trash Aparna Nancherla
Transcriber: TED Translators Admin
Reviewer: Rhonda Jacobs
You might not know this
just from looking at me,
but you might guess it from smelling me.
One of my favorite things to do
is take out the trash.
It’s the laziest way to technically
pare down your possessions,
because the one thing
you can never do enough of
in a small New York City
apartment like mine
is get rid of stuff.
The stuff that our modern consumerist
carbon-powered culture
makes us buy endlessly
and often for no reason.
Getting rid of people never hurts either.
Roommates, family members,
that old lady who’s been
in your living room for weeks.
Who is she anyway?
No squatters allowed.
I don’t care if you’re a ghost.
Also, not to brag,
but I’ve been micro-decluttering
since before Marie Kondo got big.
In fact, I’ve cut out her step
of picking things up and figuring out
whether they spark joy in me
because I already know
what sparks joy in me,
throwing out trash.
What kind of trash?
Well, I’ll give you a clue.
It starts with H and it ends with air.
That’s right, it’s a lot of hair.
Don’t try and picture how much;
you’ll feel sick.
And if you don’t feel sick,
you haven’t pictured enough.
I shed like an Instagram
influencer sheep dog
who’s decided fur is the only
thing holding her career back.
We’re all trying to reduce
our carbon footprints and consumption.
So by throwing out trash,
I also naturally mean
recycling and composting.
I try to do both.
In fact, I once carried a takeout
container across half the city
just to put it in the right bin.
Where’s my inspiring biopic?
But then I learned recycling
frequently isn’t working.
Even if we all separate out
glass, cans and cardboard,
a lot of stuff doesn’t neatly
fit into those categories.
Paper envelopes lined
with bubble wrap can’t be recycled.
Pizza boxes with grease
stains can’t be recycled.
That memory from seventh grade when I …
Ah, who am I kidding?
All of seventh grade can’t be recycled.
There’s even a term for it:
aspirational recycling.
At first, I thought that’s
if you went to spin class last week,
so it should count for this week too.
China used to import
a lot of the US’s recyclables,
but they stopped accepting
foreign garbage in 2018
as part of a pollution ban.
Whatever happened to one country’s trash
is another country’s treasure?
Now, a lot of US recycling
goes straight to landfills.
The EPA says that only 10 percent
of plastic has ever been recycled.
Not that this is about me,
but this balloons my anxiety the size
of the giant Pacific garbage patch
way out in the ocean
where we’ll all eventually go
for our next destination wedding.
So, if you’re American,
hound your political representatives
to work on this recycling issue,
and try to create less waste
overall by reusing materials.
Here’s stuff I’ve been reusing in my life:
plastic bags, salsa jars
and old fights with my boyfriend.
Now, the next time
I have to throw out the trash,
I can confidently ask:
Hey, can I reuse
this loose ball of hair again?
And you know what? I probably can.
In fact, I’m going to give it to that old
ghost lady as a going away present.
Thank you.