fuck you for your lack of support to the wall street kids. you must be pretty fucking out of touch with reality. those ”bunch of fuzzy-headed antiglobalization dorks loitering around lower Manhattan confusing their own vegan farts for a whiff of revolution” include my friends, many of whom are forced to work shitty underpaid jobs without insurance just to eat. my best friend just had to have emergency surgery without insurance. compounded with her student loan debt, she’s now facing eviction. go to hell, seriously.
You’re not gonna squeeze any sympathy out of me because your friends work underpaid jobs without insurance. I’ve been there, asshole. It’s called being in your twenties. Everyone without a trust fund has to do it, so quit whining.As for the protest, it was just a bunch of fuzzy-headed antiglobalization dorks when I wrote that two weeks ago. It’s not anymore. They’ve picked up some momentum and a few celebrity endorsements. Good for them, but it isn’t nearly enough, which has been my point all along.
This is still just the cultural equivalent of a temper tantrum. It’s steam harmlessly escaping from a pressure release valve. It’s toothless. That doesn’t mean it can’t explode into something with the potential to alter the American experience. Hopefully it will, but to do that, it’ll have to evolve way beyond an unfocused expression of socio-economic frustration. It will have to grow teeth.
Wanting more from this protest doesn’t mean I lack support for the kids out there on the street, especially when they’re getting the shit kicked out of them by the NYPD.
I’m down for the revolution. Bring it.
But so far, this ain’t it.
Thank you, Coke Talk. This just about sums up how I feel about Occupy Wall Street. I agree with what is supposedly their primary message (thought it’s sometimes difficult to find that message among the 5984534 other messages people are bringing there), I get their feelings on the ridiculous disparity of wealth in our country, but their tactics to me are missing the mark completely. They come off as a bunch of 20-somethings who expect to have the world by its balls immediately upon graduation, only to discover that it takes time and effort to get somewhere and they don’t like that. Even the big CEOs being paid too much started out at the bottom. As someone who worked her ass off to get to the poorly-paid bottom rung of what will hopefully be a lengthy and successful ladder, I’ve felt guilty for feeling so distant from Occupy Wall Street people, who are mostly my age and who I’d probably be on board with if I were unemployed. They make me seem strangely corporate for daring to be a 22-year old with health insurance, a nice apartment, and a 9-5(:30) job. My coworkers just laugh about them every day because we can’t understand a word of what they’re yelling, none of us can agree on what their main message or goal is, and we really just want to eat lunch in that park again sometime soon. A few wonder why they don’t spend this protesting time looking for jobs instead of complaining. We don’t care the way they want us to care, we care because they’re a nuisance. A disruption. A disorganized smorgasbord of ideas that make sense individually, but are lost in this context. Not a revolution. The day they achieve something other than getting attacked by the NYPD and disrupting average people just trying to make it to and from work is the day I might manage to care the way they want me to care. And that’s what I have to say about that.
Though I do wonder, do people outside of NYC actually give a fuck? Or am I so embroiled in this because I work a block away from the protests?
