Meanwhile, over at the Sidecar LuAnn is thrilled that Sonja broke her lunch date with us to do oyster shooters and -- like us -- break Rule No 1. They spend the entire lunch talking about Ramona. We spent our entire lunch talking about Heather. So who did Heather talk about at lunch? We may never know. Maybe Heather didn't talk about anyone at lunch, maybe she preserved the first rule, but not so much the second which is: "You didn't invite me to your party, biatch. Holla."
I’ll come back to that.
My downstairs neighbor, Tripp, went with me to the Occupy Wall Street protest.
PROTEST POLL QUESTION:
"We are the 99 percent" is a political slogan used by the Occupy Wall Street movement. But they borrowed it. Originally, it was:
a) The words Sally Field chanted at the end of Norma Rae, a movie based on real life union organizer Crystal Lee Sutton
b) The percentage of men over 55 who suffer from erectile dysfunction
c) The name of a Tumblr page launched by a 28-year-old New Yorker going by the name of "Chris"
d) Sub-title of Aldous Huxley's classic 1932 bestseller, Brave New World
(See answer below.)
The protest was calm, but the issue is pretty serious. In a nutshell, the top 1 percent of Americans collect over 20 percent of the nation's income, and that number has more than doubled since the early '80s. In the previous five decades (1930s through the '70s) the share of income that went to the wealthiest Americans was stable, and even declined some while middle-class incomes rose. It's only been in the last 30 years that economists have seen that trend reverse. Sharply. Right now, in 2012, we are witnessing the greatest wage inequality our country has ever seen and no one knows how to fix it. I'm technically a part of that 1 percent now, but I grew up a 99-percenter. And you can take the girl out of the 99 perecent, but you can't take the 99 percent out of the girl. I get it.
People are mad as hell and they should be. It's an egregious injustice (like Heather not inviting Ramona to London.)