Saturday, November 26, 2011

Pre-Occupied with Occupy Wall Street

Or, "How I'm missing a historical movement in my backyard while working for the man."

Man, it's so taxing worrying about what you're missing, isn't it? Now I've done this with lots of stuff throughout my life - mainly in the form of career paths not taken, but also opportunities missed or avoided because I'm a fake introvert. A long-ish list of various instances over the years includes parties, dates, drugs the feeling of school spirit, intrepid teen journalism, rock climbing, female sports superstardom (a.k.a. sports obscurity except for enthusiastic families of the players and Paul Giamatti-esque single men), improv comedy superstardom, quirky indie music lyricist, quirky indie star of stage and screen, English literature grad student, beloved professor, beloved bartender, wearing of various skirts (or other female garb), screenwriter w/hit female comedy, top chef, urban farmer, horse trainer, poker genius, and marathoner.

Perhaps my tendency to lament all the paths not taken explains why the Mindy Kaling's brilliantly-titled new book, Is Everyone Hanging Out with Me? (And Other Concerns) seems like something I'll eventually read.

But back to the point of this post - now I add Occupy Demonstrator to my list of woulda shoulda couldas. I can't help but feel I've missed an opportunity in observing or documenting the Occupy Wall Street movement. I feel like a character in Mad Men, blithely mentioning their friend was going to "some stupid concert" in Woodstock, NY. The difference, I suppose, is that OWS is still going on, so I guess it's not too late to join up and start not bathing my way to equality, but a weekly yoga class is about as close as I come to embracing a group movement, and even that is a little much most of the time (For example, the last class I went to, the teacher kept saying, "Remember, angels can fly because they take themselves so lightly" and waggling his eyebrows meaningfully. Instead of inspiring me to dig deeper in my half pigeon, this quote became obsessively lodged in my brain as completely nonsensical. If there's anyone who doesn't take themselves lightly, it's angels. Divine justice missions and flaming swords are not exactly casually conceived, after all.)

The point is, I won't be performing group consensus hand signals or pitching a tent in Zuccotti Park anytime soon.
But I am fascinated by the entire thing as a cultural observer - the loose formation of a paradigm shift, the constant conversation, and the emergence of people actually doing things in real life (not on a video game, not on a reality show, not *just* on the Internet, not for a Kia-sponsored flashmob or anything else related to the typically fake and technologically advanced world of obesity and sloth and shitty voter turnout we've all come to be disappointed by).

This is something actually exciting, and actually a result of real people and real problems. And I guess I just assumed that despite its flaws (wtf is their goal, again?) and the obvious target they make for mockery (did I mention the group consensus hand signals?), just the fact that our democracy is able to muster up this scrap of authenticity and action in its garage sale of sponsored chotchkies and FOX news snake oil and made-in-tv-studios sentimental ornaments should be celebrated, in my opinion. I feel like in all our rummaging around in boxes of broken toys and self-help books, we pulled out vintage revolutionary poster (somehow) in mint condition. It's kind of nice, that people, you know, believe in stuff.


In the past couple of weeks I've found myself defending the Occupy movement for this reason alone, even though I definitely don't know everything about its progress, nor do I necessarily feel like a participant. After all, I like my credit card rules (some would say I pay my monthly fee with a religious fervor), and my nice job, and my creature comforts. But I don't think that the OWS demonstrators just want a free ride, or want to punish successful people, or are college kids that are pissed because they can't pay their student loans and feel sorry for themselves.

Even if all those arguments that make OWS seem silly may be partly true, so is the part of the argument that got hundreds of thousands of people paying attention. Namely, that there was little accountability for the financial entities and masters of the universe that made millions off of playing fast and loose with the savings of middle America. That a person who can't afford health insurance and has an unexpected medical problem may be financially underwater for the rest of his or her life. That no one will ever pay off their student loans, ever, even though the bootstrap-arguers would agree that most decent jobs in America require a college degree. Even if just one or two of the stories of people losing everything, being unable to get a job, or feeling completely helpless no matter how hard they try are true, the inequities are worth pointing out, and the solutions are worth debating.


Much has been said about the OWS movement being a muddled consensus, with no leaders, and no narrowing of goals. While that approach has its flaws (mainly it's hard to argue with people who think the movement will go nowhere for those reasons), it's fascinating to watch it play out - and unless the proceedings turn violent, I'm on board as a passive supporter and active opinion spewer. It's actually made me feel kind of hopeful about the country - and given me the first signs that we aren't all going to be technologically cocooned assholes constantly choosing which flavor of tortilla chips we want to buy from TraderWalfoods.com ten years down the road.



Saturday, September 3, 2011

Life Trends in Early September

Doughnuts
This place, Dough, is right by us. I've broken my doughnut fast for their creative flavors and enticing colors. So sue me.




Hurricane/Earthquake Awareness
The two things I didn't think I had to be paranoid about living in NYC are now back on the list. (The list: Terrorism, subway bomb, being stuck on the subway under water, giant meteor striking earth, Helicopters in general, murderous co-worker rampage, gay bashing gang in a van, plunging to death in an elevator, nuclear attack, sun explosion). The good news is we now have two flashlights and about 20 bottles of water.




Glasses
There's something ironic about being too blind to be able to participate in a cool glasses trend. Thick frames = hip. Thick lenses = hip grandma.


Selling Yourself
I'm pretty sure this is an essential skill to being a creative person in New York. I tend to over explain and muddle my thoughts, argue both sides of an opinion, apologize a few times for no apparent reason, and end up exhaustedly holding my head in my hands and/or softshoeing out of the room to distract from my disastrous presentation skills. I've learned that part of it is talking louder, part of it is making an affirmative sounding statement no matter what the content of the statement is, and part of it is "ovary-ing up" as Dan Savage would say. What will make me the NY huckster I need to be to succeed?




Funny Women in Primetime Banking off of the Success of Bridesmaids
This seems promising. According to NYMag, there are a handful of shows slated for Fall that feature one (or more!) smart/sassy/funny women. One is set in Williamsburg, which should be interesting (but probably terrible). Another is created by Lena Dunham, of Tiny Furniture fame. It's called Girls and it's on HBO. I have a suspicion it's going to be sort of amazing, and make me want to pull out my "script" I've been "writing". Now I just need to figure out a way to hack a subscription
to HBO.




Gay Stuff All the Time

I recently launched a gay parenting website with a group of friends, and it's taking up pretty much all of my time. I'm pretty sure I've secretly transferred all my self-worth, past purposelessness frustration, and approaching 30 ennui into this project. You know what they say: The path to success is paved with ulcers!



Fantasy Fiction
I've been reading
Game of Thrones (NOT watching the show...yet). As a result, I've found it amusing to incorporate the fictional world into our everyday lives by calling the cats "direwolves," talking about my broadsword when I'm slicing bread, and pointing out how the backyard dining area at Flatbush Farm looks like a castle. I used to read Brian Jacques' series Redwall all the time when I was little, which features similar plotlines and medievil harvest feast descriptions to those of Game of Thrones, except with woodland forest animals as all the main characters, so I'm pretty sure I just need to accept that I may be a fantasy fiction nerd at heart.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Spunkmeyer: Sex Sells


This girl enjoying her muffin recently caught my eye at our local grocery store: