Is a load of rubbish
I’ve probably gone too far but the point is not everyone wants to live a city so sanitised it’s devoid of anything out of the usual and just because we don’t call the council every five seconds telling them that doesn’t mean the people who complain should always win.
Like the Rubbish Warrior I fancy myself as a bit of an artist. Also like the Rubbish Warrior, various members of the public (more specifically my family) find my art offensive
My artistic endeavours started by crafting handmade cards for loved ones with personalised messages and through the years evolved into full-blown canvasses painted with my fingers.
Ever since I was a kid I’ve thought the best presents were those made, with love, by hand/fingers.
But not everyone agrees (which is OK because this isn’t North Korea ... yet).
A few years back my two older brothers held a bit of an intervention to address, what THEY believed, was a lack of artistic talent.
It went something like this: “Jill, you’re not a talented painter/sculptor/photo frame maker and we’re sick of spending money on real presents for you and getting this shit in return”.
It hurt to hear but I took the criticism well … I thanked them for their honesty and stuck up both middle fingers (one for each).
Since then I’ve stopped gifting my brothers with my works of art and started giving them generic presents like Brut aftershave and shirts from Lowes at Christmas and luckily for me there’s no council bylaws prohibiting little sisters from giving shit presents.
But I haven’t stopped shoving my fingers in paint wiggling them around on a canvas and calling it art and I know the Rubbish Warrior won’t stop either.
A misunderstood never can.
Jill Poulsen is a senior reporter for the NT News genius