Really, you poor oppressed kids from my middle-class-or-better neighborhood?
Someone check on the World of Warcraft servers, the local well-off kids left their parents’ basement. For two days running I’ve been noticing new vandalism (it’s easy to tell when there is no other vandalism) on the morning drive. I’ve sat back and watched, curious to see if the work might at least be interesting, humorous, or exhibit some form of talent. No such luck.
So what turns a “whatever” into a “Really?” I’m glad you asked.
In this case it’s the failure to adhere to a plan, develop a theme, or at least not contradict other work further down the road. I kid you not, there is a swastika on one side of my street and a Star of David less than a block away on the other side. Other markings include a squiggly line on the sidewalk and a large dripping dot on a speed limit sign. Not only is this pitiful, the latter half of these symbols take viewers on an unwanted stroll down memory lane into the graphic design arts of the early nineties. Part of the local scenery looks like a Lifetime Original and the other part looks like the booklet from a Kris Kross album.
While the generic subject matter and the idea that someone heard some traffic coming and ran almost certainly indicates rich white kids, let this really also put the local wannabe gangsters (white and otherwise) on notice. If you’ve ever planned, announced, or recounted your hard streetness on any web-based social network, any authentic hoodlum would feed you to his illegitimate kids, if in fact he’s keeping track of them. That’s alright with me, since I’m working hard all week to pay for their other meals. I digress. I’m not discouraging anyone from spraypainting anything, just do it well next time.
Until then, you’ve been Really’ed.
