It’s been a while since I posted–this popped into my head on my way to work so I doodled up a version. I’d like to make this into a bumper sticker, just to see who would put it on their car–I doubt would put it on in seriousness, and irony is too close to the truth for anyone to risk it, but post-irony, where you recognize the potential dangers of irony–that you could get away with. And post-post irony, where you’ve had a kid or two, so you have perspective and pregnancy-cred and are secretly laughing at the post-ironic crowd, as well as poking fun at yourself from this inside perspective–that puts you at this whole new level of bumper-sticker sincerity and meaning.
or, uh, something