This editorial will appear in Wednesday’s print edition.
Christmas is over. The Christmas packaging is not.
There it sits, forlornly, in garbage cans or under couches or in recycling bins. Crushed cardboard boxes. Polystyrene foam peanuts and packing noodles. Hard plastic shells torn open by teeth, screwdrivers, scissors and fingers (some of them now bandaged).
Somebody must think Americans are in love with packaging.
Small, hardy electronic gizmos, thumb drives and the like, might have been safely mailed in padded envelopes. Instead, they arrive in boxes 100 times their size. Sometimes the goodies are encased in three or four layers of cardboard and plastic. Valuables seem to demand multiple defenses, like a king inside his tower inside his castle walls inside his moat.
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