Monday, February 27, 2012

Repping the 99

Despite having majored in journalism and taking a minor in political science, I somehow find more joy in blogging about my personal life... versus yours. Interesting or sad?


Four years of homework, deadlines, essays and reading? We’ll go with interesting… it’s less sad.


Although the ‘flame’ for politics has simmered to now a mere spark since college, there will always be a little edge that I find fascinating about politics. Not so much the actual policies, but more about the people… and of course, the idea of being The One.

The idea that you don’t really have to win over the people, you just have to win them over more than the other guys. You don’t have to be the smartest, best looking, most educated candidate, you just have to be smarter and better looking than the Joe Schmoe next to you. It’s like the concept of being fast. You just have to be faster than the others to outrun the bear.





I’m going to try and say this without sounding too judgmental: But where I live, the Occupy Movement is a joke. Seriously. These folks have been sitting there for years; it’s just that now they have folding chairs and posters.

On the heels of a big election, and in the midst of this concept of “The 99%”-
I came across this shirt and immediately knew it had blog potential.

If politicians want our vote, they need to make us feel special- make us feel like being in the 99% is just a figment of our imagination.

Kind of like dating.


If you’re one of those people that gets a little mushy in thinking about the idea of there being ONE person out there who’s sort of perfect for you- then dating is really just a means to an end.

It’s all a big gamble: Date until you find the person you’d like to share your nest with. Or for the guys: Someone you wouldn’t mind sharing your sandwich with.





"99% of everyone you date will not be right for you"


The idea of finding a person who after fifty-years, still makes you laugh, won’t judge you for deciding that at age eighty, you will eat ice cream every day because you can, and at the end of each day you don’t want to turn off your hearing aid to revel in silence.

So really… we’re all part of the 99%. We should all be rockin' the shirt. Even the fancy politicians sitting in their bathtubs full of money. Anyone dating, “browsing” or “online-shopping” is taking a gamble that 99% of every person they “try out” won’t make it to the finish line. For many of us, this may take a lifetime of several relationships and/or marriages…but it’s not to say that the 1% won’t come out of the woodwork eventually. People come in and out of your life for a reason.

Maybe they teach you something; maybe you teach them something. Perhaps they show you what forgiveness looks like; Maybe they bless you with the most beautiful child and then disappear because that's all they can give. Doesn't that make the 1% that much more worth it?

Heck, even the Bible talks about leaving the 99 sheep for the ONE that wandered away.
There’s just something about the potential.


I can see it now:


Just Married” on the front
And “I am the 1%” on the back.



(Sounds like a cash cow to me)

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