Malcolm Coates wanted to shake his head, but he knew it wasn't a good idea.
As he sat in Ashleigh Lillian Kirby's Los Angeles home office, he struggled to figure out the best way to respond to the rhetorical passion of the model/activist. Underneath an unusually large Aboriginal Australian flag, Ashleigh, who was paler than Nicole Kidman, rattled off a series of statistics about the ecological dangers facing the planet-the ecological dangers that led her to form the organization Artists United for Climate Awareness. Malcolm knew that Ashleigh was right about the environment; however, he doubted whether she could get anyone else to care.
"They knew! All the oil companies-they knew the havoc they were causing with their emissions," she proclaimed. "It was in the LA Times just a few years ago. It's such a goddamn shame. So many are going to die if we don't do something-especially in communities of color. It just breaks my heart."
"I'll tell that to the next brother I see driving a big-ass SUV," Malcolm replied.
Ashleigh sighed. "We've got to wake the world up, Mal. You and me."
"Well, we can certainly try with your idea."
"I know!" she replied. "I mean, if sex sells, why can't sex sell people on saving the planet?"
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