{"id":7915,"date":"2011-08-08T00:11:44","date_gmt":"2011-08-08T08:11:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=7915"},"modified":"2011-08-08T00:11:44","modified_gmt":"2011-08-08T08:11:44","slug":"art-in-the-street-a-hipster-lament","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/art-in-the-street-a-hipster-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"Art in the Street: A Hipster Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today we went to the Museum of Contemporary Art<\/a> to see an exhibit of graffiti and street art. Little did I know it was The Place to Be, with a long line of hipsters waiting to get inside the museum. \u00a0My husband and I thought “Fuck this” and decided to leave , just as we saw my adopted son Chris<\/a><\/strong> and his girlfriend Ada<\/a><\/strong> walking toward us.<\/p>\n

It was wonderful to realize that we crypto-hipsters<\/a> all gravitate to the same places. Ada became a museum member to help us avoid the long line for non-members. \u00a0The guy who helped her had 14 piercings in his face.<\/p>\n

The exhibit was crawling with people who could each qualify as a piece of graffiti art. The was no air inside, where the temperature hovered near boiling point. Everyone was madly taking pictures of the art and each other. You had to dodge the \u00a0iPhone \u00a0flashes as you tried to avoid screwing up someone’s photo op.<\/p>\n

I complained to my husband in a non-stop whine, but he’s learned to live with this. I objected aloud to a wall of Shepard Fairy crap, noting “Shepard Fairey is a fucking punk<\/a>!” and thereby quoting my own self. I loved the cars and some black and white photos of Chicano homies. But most of it seemed boring and outdated, like break-dancing only less dimensional. Shuffling along the narrow passages between makeshift rooms, I felt like a character in “Hi, Mom<\/a>.”<\/p>\n

I wondered what would happen if someone broke out a can of spray pain and graffiti’d the graffiti.<\/p>\n

Out in the street, an even longer line of hipters stood sweltering. I said to my husband: Haha, look at them. We walked to a Yogurtland<\/a>, where a pretty girl sitting next to me blabbed about her reality show and insisted to her morbidly obese friend that what she really wanted to do was “make art.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"