The G20 has been erased and no one in Pittsburgh even remembers why it happened or what it was about and no one ever knew what people were protesting in the first place.
My personal G20 experience left me with two things: a kickass limited edition Shepard Fairey political poster and my one and only adult hickey. One is classy and I will frame it and hang it on my wall. The other is trashy and I will forget it ever happened.
I would bet that in a collective sense, nothing got accomplished in Pittsburgh that week. Most businesses had their regular schedules interupted or closed. Workers had their schedules changed, had two or three days of unpaid vacation, had to sleep in their workplace or just had a damn hard time getting there. The protestors made a small bit of noise, loitered, and fell away as quickly as they had arrived. The world leaders didn't solve the world economic problems while having dinner in our gardens. And I went to work just to hang out and think about all the work I really wasn't doing.
At least if there had been fireworks or cotton candy we could have called it a holiday.
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