Apologies if you've just spurted your precious morning coffee all over your keyboard, but the above graffito does indeed say what you think it says. Take another look. Yup, it's still there.
To add an extra layer of intrigue (or, simply, seediness) I should point out that the piece was discovered beside a public toilet. Not only that, but it appears to have been written in nail varnish (a sample has been sent to the lab. Results not yet known).1
Though the message may seem garishly clear, the inclusion of the (author's?) name "Cathal" gives us some pause for thought and reflection.2
The stray "V" in the middle of the photo could be interpreted as "Versus". If that's the case then we're left with "Cathal Vs. Vaginas are Cool" - a Dadaist spin on the likes of Godzilla Vs. King Kong.3 Whatever the case may be, it's hard to argue with the core argument/sentiment.
Following on from last Thursday's discussion of "pen-testing paper" graffiti, I also present the following (obtained from the same source):
Alvaro, it seems, has both a passionate admirer and a (possibly psychotic) nemesis. While the handwriting (and choice of implement) suggests two separate individuals, one can't rule out a multiple personality, love/hate scenario.
Alvaro I love you! Alvaro u Must Die! - It's an Almodóvar film waiting to happen.
In the early 1970’s there was a large notice at the Clonskeagh entrance to the Belfield campus of University College Dublin which read:
PRIVATE PROPERTY
NO UNAUTHORIZED ENTRY
One morning on my way to a lecture, I noticed that somebody had written the words ‘My vagina is’ across the top of the notice. Unfortunately, the writer did not put a signature at the bottom of the notice. The graffito was not removed for months.
July 18th, 2007 at 12:44 pmAh Ireland in the early 70s…
It must have been a utopia of sexual maturity and freedom, Ithaca.
I was getting ready to be born, and (as a result) not sexually active, so the magic of unauthorised vaginas was denied me.
July 20th, 2007 at 9:23 pmIt was awful Fustar, particularly as I was gay, but the graffito must have elicted a few giggles. What is astonishing in retrospect is that it was not scratched out by indignant feminist students. But then there were not many feminist around in those days apart from a few Irish Times journalists and a few academics connected to Trinity rather than UCD. In terms of sexual freedom and maturity, the Ireland of 2007 is in a different universe.
July 23rd, 2007 at 4:02 pm