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.
