What was it like?
It was like this: Nothing gets reused. Nada and I do mean nada.
Disposable everything. Disposable underwear. Disposable socks. Disposable cups, disposable everything.
I'm a trash-conscious old broad, was a trash-conscious young one back in the day. Raised by people who lived through the Depression - people who darned socks, mended underwear.
I don't like having to deal with quantities of Stuff Stuff Stuff, especially Stuff that can't be reused, repurposed, recycled.
That's the truth, but I feel equally strongly about hoarding.
I've known hoarders. Not being able to distinguish between what isn't worth retaining and what may actually some day be of use is a difficult affliction. Gets in the way (literally - we are talking Stuff, here), puts a whole lot of burden on everyday living.
Once upon a time, medical equipment was all reusable. I grant you, that was when hospitals were filled with nuns, whose endless labor was not paid for by medical insurance plans. But But there was a dignity involved that I miss - and you would, too, if you'd ever experienced it.
In 1982, the USA, with 18% of the world's land mass, consumed 75% of the world's resources. That's not just irresponsible and an abuse of privilege, it's rapacious greed. Nothing entitles us to overconsuming. No one should take it for granted. No-one has a "right" to misuse resources. Or wealth, for that matter.
Wouldn't it be a good idea to Learn To Do Good?