Sure, we call it “modern” because it’s cheap, convenient, and the newest thing on the shelves. Meanwhile, it’s the biggest freeloading kid in the ocean, hiding in every tide and shell. We’ve got a love‑hate relationship with it: love for the convenience, hate for the slow‑moving death march it forces on the sea. If we keep treating it like a trendy new gadget, the ocean’s going to pay the price for being the cheapest dumping ground. So yeah, the label is a joke, and the joke’s on us.