Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me is one of the best hours on radio. Paula and company keep it fresh and crazy funny, and I love it.
But we have a spectrum of places where we don’t want people to tell us or spoil it for us. Just before a punch line, just before the big plot reveal — don’t tell me for all the right reasons, thank you.
That some child made my polo shirt, or that someone was poisoned making my smartphone, or that someone is dying of cancer thirty years early for working in a factory without safeguards for air and has cancer — wait. Wait. Don’t tell me.
A hundred years ago, courageous journalists exploded the layers of horror/guano surrounding beef in the stockyards, steel making, and even later migrant farm workers sipping water from puddles and running to bushes with a five year old child to the bathroom — as both were working.
And a lot of people said, “Wait”. Never tell me.
Here is the inversion.
Some students thought about people needing to get investment money to change their tiny portion of the world, and started Kiva. It has exploded.
Never before has the world had more tools at your disposal to make a profound impact — anywhere.
So, rather than bury your head in the sand and cry, “Wait” as in “Don’t tell me ever”: hold your breath and while you are conjuring an astonishing response to something that needs to be quashed, changed or obliterated whisper, “Wait. Wait” I am coming up with a life changing response, not just a funny line. “Don’t mess up my innovating. Please.”innovating