Afternoon at Occupy

The newest journey that I have gone on with my trusty shoes (ps. how nice do they look? I just gave them a good cleaning) was over to Dilworth Plaza to visit our friends at Occupy Philadelphia.  Now if for some reason I was visiting Philadelphia and I had no idea what this Occupy movement was, my first impression of the Center City would be that it is a dirty, homeless filled city.  Raggedy tents and clotheslines and handmade signs on cardboard and old sheets are all over the place.  I must say, not a good look, Philly.

I seemed to have picked a pretty monumental day for Occupy all over the country.  They made an astronomical leap yesterday, on November 17!  Just kidding, they have still yet to make any discernable headway in anything.  Well that’s not entirely true; one of the most beautiful stories of love and fate happened right here at Occupy Philadelphia, “A match made in protest heaven,” if you will.

A pair of star-crossed protestors, Alicia and Adam, met at a simple information tent on the very first day of Occupy Philly, and from there, they knew that they were destined to be together forever.  After getting to know one another so well, after 32 days, they decided to tie the knot.  After the glitz and glamour of the wedding at the Occupy location, they chose to spend their “honeymoon” traveling around to other Occupy locations in the northeast and spread their joy.  They have a bright future ahead of them Alicia, unemployed, and Adam, an independent contractor whose work is on hold (unemployed), plan on traveling around making a difference out there on the front line. They found love in a hopeless place, aye Rihanna?  A true love story indeed.

All joking aside, although I truly feel like these Occupiers are wasting their time and effort, I am somewhat impressed by what they’re doing.  They have joined forces and set their minds on making a difference. 

The absolute best part of all this Occupy stuff has got to be the current situation at OccupyWall Street.  There are hundreds and hundreds of people there, some being wealthier than others.  Well they have split up their living situations at Zuccotti Park into an upper class and a lower class.  And out of all those people, two dozen or so meet up and make decisions.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this whole Occupy thing about trying to eliminate that.  They have become the very thing that they are protesting against. Ironic? I think not.