Get Off My Lawn, Part II
So I read on Time's website that Banksy has been unmasked. It's hard to describe my excitement level. Yawning would imply more open-mouthed interest in Banksy than I can possibly maintain.
I suspect I'm the only person living within shouting distance of the London Orbital who doesn't appreciate the artistic talents and clever mystiquey-ness of Banksy, the anonymous graffiti artist who's plastered his "artwork" all over—well, I really don't know where it is. I've never bothered to read any of the many blog posts or online newspaper articles about him. In fact, for the longest time I suspected he must be related to Pudsey. Or maybe a character in Mary Poppins.
I do hope that if Banksy is really exposed, maybe he'll just stop with the graffiti. I hate graffiti, even graffiti that sells for millions of dollars and is described as ironic and witty.
There. If you had any lingering doubts, it is now confirmed that I. Am. Not. Cool.
Oh, no. You're most certainly not the only person who for the life of him cannot figure out why this Banksy person is so popular.
It just makes no sense.
Actually, it makes perfect sense, but it's far better to feign confusion than admit the depressing reality that some people who are products of pop culture in this country will believe anything that anyone tells them is cool.
Posted by: John F | July 25, 2008 at 01:54 PM
(for the life of him OR her) ;o)
Posted by: John F | July 25, 2008 at 02:01 PM
John F: There was once an emperor, who I think lived here, who once wore no clothes. His name was Banksy. (How's that for ironic?)
Posted by: KathyF | July 25, 2008 at 02:26 PM