I came across this little gem months ago while walking around the East Village:
The joyous day has come. Graffiti is now insulting us! And to make it even better, it's dismissing our fuckability in BIG RED LETTERS.
Insults come in many forms. Shouting, calm smugness, emails, texts, public Facebook posts, even infographics. But now, we are being insulted via plywood.
Reactions will vary. Some women will see this as a sign that the universe is finally confirming their deep-seeded insecurities (lame). Some people will just agree and shuttle on, get offended, or confused.
I chose to be amused by it. One of my absolute favorite moving-to-NYC posts says New York City is "a glittering emerald slut, full of potential and promise, but it can also be a total bitch." Visually, this wood wall is a simple example of that. Your worth will be challenged a lot, but the strong and resourceful will look past it.. to the nice little encouragements of the day (sometimes written in silver glitter letters).
The next time you see graffiti that insults you, here's what you should do: Read it, then strut around like EVERYBODY wants to fuck you.
