I've been reluctant to write about the Occupy Wall Street Movement (in fear that the one person who accidentally found my blog somehow might discover this post and never come back again). At first I thought I didn't fully understand it. Then I received a random email from someone asking me to occupy Times Square, and it still didn't make any sense. So this weekend, after walking past the group in Zuccotti Park, I said to my boyfriend--who already knows I'm clueless--"This is a dumb question, but what exactly do they want?"
Apparently, it's not clear to anyone. While the movement's words get thrown around a lot, these people aren't specifically asking for anything. The closest I could find on the website is that it "aims to expose how the richest 1% of people are writing the rules of an unfair global economy that is foreclosing on our future."
So it's about exposure. Well, mission accomplished. What now? To me, it seems like the equivalent of standing up in front of the class and shouting, "Ew! Billy just picked his nose and ate it!" People are looking. You have our attention. So now what do you want us to do?
Maybe I'm ignorant. Probably I'm ignorant. But as much as I love words, I realize they're always going to be inanimate if there's no meaning behind them--you know, unless you use cool special effects. So I guess I'm just waiting to find out what that meaning is. Or see a really cool laser light show. Now that's something I would support.
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