6 The Michigan Daily - Weekend etc. - Thursday, December 9, 1993
The writing on the wall
No need to take a magazine to the bathroom anymore
At a Gas 'n' Snack off of Inter-
state-94, somewhere between Chicago
and Detroit, an angry traveler punches
a hole in stall. Above the hole, some-
one has written in fat, black marker,
"Big deal. It's not even a thick wall."
Why this writer felt the need to
deny the wall puncher her moment of
glory we will never know. Such is the
anomaly of wall writing.
Your TV is so small it sits on top of
the cable box--Anonymous Woman,
bathroom wall, Brown Jug
"When you go into a bathroom in
a public place, do you ever ... you
knew ...?" My friend Mark looks at
me horrified.
"No, I don't," he says indignantly.
I stare at him. "Okay, maybe occa-
sionally at home, but in a public place
Never." This strikes me as odd, for
I have been on occasion to Mark's
home bathroom and have never seen
any sort of scribbling on the austere
white walls. Maybe this is something
new.
"You write on your bathroom
walls at homed since when?"
"Write on the bathroom walls?
Whatare you talking about?" he sput-
ters.
"What were you talking about?" I
ask, curiosity piqued.
"Never mind," he says blushing,
"No, I haven't written on walls since
I was a kid."
I ask my housemate the same ques-
tion. "I did once, when I was 12," she
reveals. "This girl Susie Krieger was
a glut. I thought the world should
know, so I told them on the walls of
the library bathroom." But never since
then? "No, never."
Mike sucks dick - Anonymous
man, bathroom wall, Brown Jug
"I'm doing a study on graffiti, and
I'd like to see your bathroom," I say to
a local restauranteur.
"Excuse me?" he replies, looking
down at me as if I've just asked to see
naked pictures of his adolescent chil-
dren rather than requesting admission
to the public bathroom in his commu-
nity restaurant.
"You know, wall writing - I'd
like to read some."
He considers my request, and then
hesitantly points me in the right direc-
tion.
Heather loves Fred - Anony-
mous Woman, bathroom wall, Full
Moon Cafe.
Bathroom after bathroom, one fact
holds apparent: women write about
love; men write about blow jobs.
Looking for an explanation for this
consistency, I check the library. The
gray-haired librarian suggests the En-
cyclopedia of Graffiti. It provides a
stockpile of information.
According to this encyclopedia,
"for politicians graffiti are the secret
ballot box providing clues about what
constituents really want ..." Hmm, if
the politicians read the same walls I
did, they will find that what men re-
ally want is "good head" and what
women really want is to swear pub-
licly that their love will last "for-
ever." How this knowledge will as-
sist them, I shiver to contemplate.
Also according to the encyclope-
dia, "One might surmise that they
(graffiti artists) don't have any family
or friends to exchange thoughts with."
I myself would hesitate to make such
a sweeping generalization. It seems
more likely that "J.B."just prefers not
to share what he enjoys doing with
various body parts with his mother
and aunts over Sunday dinner.
According to Time magazine, the
national cost for cleaning up graffiti
exceeds $4 billion annually. The
Brown Jug, with three of the most
entertaining bathroom stalls on cam-
pus, only spends $15 a year getting
rid of theirs.
But all of this investigation brings
me no closer to the psyche of the
writers themselves. I must attempt to
catch someone in the act.
Boo, pimps it ain't all easy -
Anonymous man, bathroom wall,
Charlie's.
Midnight Saturday in the women's
bathroom of Goodtime Charlie's ar-
rives lonely and endearing. For two
hours, I have been furtively rushing
into stalls after their users vacate,
hungrily searching for new pieces of
graffiti. If I find them, I plan to follow
the culprit into the bar to check her
mental state, motivation and blood
alcohol level.
But no one appears to be in a
doodling mood. Since 10 o'clock this
evening, I have been standing in front
of the mirror in this two-stall, two-
sink ladies room, making the pretense
of brushing my hair, washing my
hands and reapplying my lipstick.
After two hours, all I have learned is
that only about half the women who
enter bar bathrooms on Saturday
nights actually use the bowl facilities,
and that lipstick does indeed getdarker
coat after coat. Perhaps I'll have bet-
ter luck next door.
I sneak stealthily into the men's
bathroom and hole up in a stall to
await the noise that a pen or a knife
will make on the wooden doors. I am
pot bored as I sit there - plenty to
read.
Footsteps. The door to the stall
next to me clicks shut. Soon I am
rewarded. I hear the noise of a pen on
the stall wall. I hear the flush. I get
up, ready to pounce on this writer.
But I freeze. How will this man
who has been sitting in a bar all night
react to a woman jumping out of a
bathroom stall and interrogating him
about his bathroom behaviors? Surely
were the situation reversed, and he
were to jump out at me from a stall
within the supposed sanctity of a
women's bathroom, I would be less
than happy. As these thoughts jog
through my head, the man leaves.
With him exits my chance of inter-
viewing a confirmed bathroom wall
scribbler.
Perhaps it is for the best. After all,
graffiti in its truest form is an anony-
mous art. To take away that anonym-
ity would be the death of that form,
making me the agent of destruction to
the voice of unheard populations.
Curious nevertheless, I take a look at
this man's inscription.
The newest piece of wall writing
reads, "I'll let you fuck me for $."
I don't think I would have enjoyed
our conversation anyway.
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