Although the following assertion is going to rile certain portions of the readership, I'm putting it out there anyway:
Bellyaching about having to use energy-efficient light bulbs is pure candy-ass.
CODE ORANGE NEWS ALERT: Using your incandescent light bulbs to heat your house is dumb dumb dumb. You go to touch a light bulb that's been on a few minutes? You burn your candy-ass fingertips? You just proved my point.
Yes, I know the curly bulbs aren't the most aesthetically appealing. Yes, I'm pretty sure you can buy good-looking energy efficient bulbs. No, I haven't researched said topic. Yes, we still have some hotbulbs* in our house, including five above the kitchen table on a dimmer and four in my bathroom, also on a dimmer. Yes, my family eats in low light. No, I don't put my makeup on in low light (I'm 46 years old for chrissake). Yes, the heat from the bathroom bulbs makes me crazy in the summer (no AC) and guiltily indulgent in the winter (the thermostat is set to 64 [day] and 60 [night]). Yes, I have to find energy efficient replacements for these fixtures. Yes, I realize this yes/no format is cloying. No, that is not me featured in today's graphic.
Our electric bill averaged $73 over the past 12 months. Kiss my ass.
And it doesn't end there. We** used to replace the bulbs over kitchen sink about every three months. Now it's every three or four years. How beautiful is that you silly candy-ass righties?
That said, even I have my limits when it comes to conservation.
The Goat (from behind the newspaper last night): They've got a light bulb that costs forty bucks and supposed to last 25 years.
Me ( hovering over my jigsaw puzzle): Really? (long pause) Dunno, though, hon.
The Goat: What?
Me: We might not live that long.
The Goat (he's nine years older than me): We're pushing it, huh?
*Hotbulbs? Dear Lord, please tell me I've just coined a new word.
**The readership will note the Goat's objection to the authoress's pronoun selection in this sentence.