There is a place I used to go. Fragrant flowers bloomed brilliantly among tall grasses and ferns in a meadow guarded by huge cedars, pines, and fir. Now, there is only gray dirt piled in ragged burms against bare splintered stumps and eroded debris. Empty diesel cans, rusty choker cables, and black smoldering slash piles decorate the once living hillside. I look away and wonder who is responsible for this.
Environmentalists think so and so do feminists.
There seems to be an alignment between the goals of both. Both seek to right the wrongs of injustice. The connection between how men and women interact and the way they interact with the environment may be implicit. In the politically correct world, everybody's a feminist - or not. In the spirit of the '90s there seems to be a flavor for everyone.