McKibben: Enviroapostle or Greenneck?
The Greenneck did not see Bill McKibben speak last night. Billy was just down the road from the Greenneck’s pad, and yet…
It’s not just because the Greenneck didn’t think much of McKibben’s latest work, which felt a little hollow and cobbled together, even if the overall message resonated. It’s not because the Greenneck couldn’t spare the time; hell, the dishes were done and the boys drooling onto their pillows by the time MC Kibben took his seat.
So why didn’t he go? Maybe it’s because there’s something in Bill McKibben’s style that leaves the Greenneck a little cold. It’s not as if he doesn’t agree with much of what the man says. But there’s something a little too… the Greenneck struggles with the right word… (is it intellectual?) about Bill McKibben. It’s not the stuffiness of Gore; it’s softer than that. And it’s not sanctimony; McKibben’s too smart to go that route. Perhaps the Greenneck is simply intimidated by McKibben; perhaps he’s just jealous of the man’s commercial success, which has come without selling his morals south.
Or maybe it’s this. Maybe the Greenneck is weary of the same tired scene: An audience of good, virtuous, Subaru-driving, like-minded folk sitting rapt as the enviroapostle of the evening lays it on. These are good people, and the message is usually spot-on. But it’s the same preacher and the same choir and the same damn sermon every time.
The Greenneck has no answers, at least not right now. And he really needs to go: Fresh Air is on, and Terri Gross is interviewing Alice Cooper.