Tomorrow’s Kitsch…Today!
Remember how, back in the 1960s, you’d see stickers on urinals reading “Deposit your Goldwater here”? (Well, I don’t, as the 1960s, to me, were a time of diapers and strained peas, ironically much like the 2060s will probably be, if I’m lucky enough to live that long, but anyway…). In the 1970s, much political hay was made out of the fact Richard Nixon’s first name had a common diminutive which was also a slang term for male genitals…and now, in the Naughties, we have the Hilary Clinton nutcracker, notable marked down to almost half off, probably right after she sort of kinda maybe but not really conceded the nomination. Almost. I am unsure if this should be given to conservative friends you like, or liberal friends you don’t, or collectors of things which have a 30 second span of cool, a ten year span of “What were we thinking?”, and then a revival as “classic early 21st century kitsch”. (Kitsch, for those not in the know, is a Yiddish word mean “Junk that’s been hung onto so long it’s now cool”. Buy it now, and save it for when almost everyone has thrown theirs out along with their Spiro Agnew watches and I Like Ike buttons.
