Guilt in a Bottle--made of #7 plastic

My head is spinning. I think I'm going crazy. Oh, don't mind me, I'm just a mom with internet access and a chemical conscience.

Here's a list of what's bugging me (so much that I spend perverse amounts of my life on the internet researching it). 

BPA--just Google it and you'll know what I mean

other forms of plastic--now I know what #1, #2, 3, 4, 5, and (gasp!) #7 means on the bottom of literally EVERYTHING

gas prices--and their relationship to food prices, and its relationship to my financial future and home life

parabens

sodium lauryl/laureth sulfate

propolyne glycol

the future of the honeybee

ethanol

wasteful packaging

The possibility exists that I have too much time on my hands. I don't want to be the person who brings my own stainless steel camping plates to a cookout (whah whah whahhhhh), but I do have a certain compulsion to research and take action on issues that will likely affect me and my children, no doubt my grandchildren. Instead of "Gee mom, why did you smoke and drink when you were pregnant with me?" the new questions will be, "Why did you feed me canned ravioli and infant formula out of bPA-leaching polycarbonate bottles?" The answer will be the same: "Well honey, you see, we just didn't knooooow back then."

Guilt guilt guilt. Maybe it's the emotion, for women at least, that truly leads to change.