I have a confession to make. I ate off Styrofoam today.

Having publicly sworn off the stuff and promising never to let its contents touch my lips again, I was seduced by the bleu cheese mac-n-cheese at Hollis Gillespie's blog-writing workshop and there was no getting around it. I guess I'm as bad as those people eating bluefin tuna at Nobu's; my tastes are a tad more plebeian, that's all. We're just lucky that Greenpeace didn't come in and bust the place up.

You've probably heard of Hollis, whose memoir is entitled Bleachy-Haired Honkey Bitch, and truth be told, she is a little bleachy-haired. I gave her an abbreviated version of my shame-on-you speech and she quickly crawfished, saying this was the only time she had ever used Styrofoam at one of her workshops, probably in her life, really, and she wasn't making that up.

It's so important that our local celebrities set a good example for the rest of us, so if you have a minute let her know you appreciate her decision to use compostables from now on by dropping her a line at hollisthewriter@gmail.com.