Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Two walls, a door and the toilet bowl.
In uni when the essay deadlines, word limits and realising how all research material are borrowed out by other more motivated individuals get you under the weather; you feel the urge to vent. You want others to hear your inner voice, not the politically correct polite views you obligingly say during tutes, but that inner self simply waiting to burst out and give the whole bloody world a piece of your very capable mind. But of course when other peeps look unstressed, like they're not on the verge of physical mutilation, you don't think that creating a scene as you explode with angst and earnestness will make earn you the respect you think you deserve.So what better way than to vent, privately, in a very private space shared by the public?
A Buffy wall in the John Medley East wing third floor female toilet has had its fair share of trials and tribulations - inspired scribblings suffering from whitewashing by the authorities (though the repainting was so halfhearted that the scribblings still showed under), marker black-outs etc. But toilet literature is something to behold. Here goes uni gals' last stab at female teenage angst.
Buffy is an awesome example of post-modernist feminism
[in response to 'post-mod fem'] I'm asleep already
Kicking-ass in high heels does not make you a post-modern feminist
Buffy is a crackwhore
[in response to 'crackwhore'] damn straight
Buffy is a republican. no. really.
And of course any self-respecting lady will wanna claim credit for being the creator of toilet lit:
Thank you for defending my Buffy wall! I think Buffy is an important part of toilet entertainment!
Well said indeed.
lux at 6:35 pm