Not surprisingly Messing with the Man (and his money and power) remains the top hot-button in these parts, which would explain why 50 per cent of Facebook activity appears to be posts of images like this one:
(The other 50 per cent is sharenting.)
| Image from wackypackages.org
A 1973 New York Magazine connects Wacky Packages to cynical '70s kids.
BF (before Facebook) we had Wacky Packages. Damn I wish I still had my Wacky Packs but what eight-year-old kid could resist peeling off these sick send-ups and sticking it to the Man? We had no idea who Art Spiegelman was but the creepy graphics looked enough like Mad Magazine and Cracked that kids swarmed the corner stores for the latest gum-laced Topps packages. (Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, got 'em, need 'em, need 'em, got 'em….)
Suddenly we held this power of counterpoint to all the commercials in our hot little hands, and the urge to disseminate that sentiment on street sign poles, all over our plastic lunch kits and the back of bus seats. Even eight-year-olds can't unlearn this kind of early social awareness. So it is with a note of nostalgia that I gravitate toward the Art Spiegelman show currently at the Vancouver Art Gallery (CO-MIX: A Retrospective of Comics, Graphics and Scraps, to June 9)
And that's why the Kim Jong-Un can at the Emily Carr grad show had me at hello. The combo of the purported drink of the death squads and dictator over actual death squads is powerful stuff indeed. The contrast between finely detailed painting on a throwaway object also needles nicely. It takes guts to go low at a grad show.
So much to see, The Show wraps up this Sunday at ECUAD on Granville Island.