Good one. I hope you weren't being rhetorical. Even if you /were/, here's my answer:
I, personally, didn't need it even once
... I figured it out from the inside, and trash-canned by career ... and every career after. ("We can change it better from within" deserves to be talked through, disassembled, and thoroughly discredited!) I've failed to locate a source of income that I could transmit to my friends. (Yaa shurr, I can make a few buck writing theatre and book reviews, or playing djembe on the street, or bla-bla-blah ... but none of that translates to my comrades, so *bzzzzzzt* it fails. I'll pass on anything that smacks of "exceptional" ... when my comrades can get off the treadmill, then I'll go play the djembe!)
Have a peek at the rant I wrote 1.275 minutes ago
, just before downloading the email notification of your reply.
What I used to say after giving a presentation, whether to the audience or to an individual, when I got the ineviatble "I want to help, what do I do?" was what I call my "11th hour" answer ... kinda Zen, and kinda post-modern: "The biggest thing you can do is to create your own answer to that very important question ... one that fits your situation, your interests, your resources ... one that inspires and can sustain you."
Now? As of about a week ago (see CityZen
) I've cut the crap about militant spirituality and boiled it down to a frontal attack on bourgeois sensibilities
: find comrades and peers to live with ... that'll mean economizing, which can translate to more gear, or fewer dumb-ass hours, or taking that good job at low pay ... and it'll mean challenging consummer capitalism where it's at its most insidious: the kitchen and living room.