Tag Hags
Everyday when I leave my apartment I see more tags on my building. I don’t know when these hooligans do their shenanigans because I’m out and about at all hours of the night and I’ve never seen or heard them.
I don’t like graffiti, and tagging is über lame. I just don’t get it, but I’m not hip or cool (people have said I’m cool and someone even once said I’m “special” [!?], but they must have all been high or didn’t know me very well). Are they claiming ownership of what they’re signing? Is it like a dog marking its territory, but with spray paint instead of pee. Most likely, it’s just ego stroking. “Yo, check it out! My name is bigger than yours!”
I don’t dislike it so much that I’ll do anything about it. If you do, there’s a Burlington Graffiti Removal Team.
On a sidenote. According to Urban Dictionary, tagging has another, very different, definition: “A pelvic thrust given from one man to another. Typically, the thrust is aimed at the gluteal area of the target man.” The next time I hear some punk kid bragging about tagging I’ll probably pee myself laughing. Shit, I just did.
1 Comment
Eva Deadbeat said 1775 days ago:
look at you! two blogs in one day. you are on blogger fire! and nice Candleboy mention! google is sure to catch up eventually…plus, i think we owe you $ for Sonic Youth tix.
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