There is a clandestine war being waged in universities everywhere. You may not have noticed it. You may not care. But you are its target, and every day, the postering war rages on.
Throughout the campus at your local university, you are likely to find postering pillars - roughly three metres high and two metres in diameter, they serve no purpose other than to be postered on. These, and the noticeboards in the buildings, are the ground on which the confict is fought.
At Monash, the MSA (Monash Student Assosciation) have a postering policy which theoretically regulates who is allowed to post where; I've yet to see anyone take the faintest interest in it though. Maybe because penalising infractions would involve the MSA playing the part of "the Man", which might very well make their little Artsy heads implode with the paradox.
Anyway, only half the posters on the pillars come from organisations officially affiliated with the University (e.g Clubs, the Activities office, Faculty notices), yet the non-uni stuff takes up over 80% of postering space: Posters of John Farnahm and Tom Jones that wrap around the entire pillar; Ads for "Harold and Kumar visit some burger joint"; the latest "Underground" tekkers or hip-hop concert; or Social Alternative propoganda denouncing sliced bread as "Capitalism at it's worst" (I dunno, I never read that rubbish).
For those posterers who stick by the rules, it can be an incredibly frustrating experience; after spending hours trying to avoid gluing your hands together putting up a few A4 sheets of paper, you come back the next day to find your work swamped by grinning visages of Peter Costello and John Howard. Can you rip them down? You can try - but dig too deep and all you'll discover is the same poster from last week!
And heaven forbid you try and reason with anyone you find putting up posters:
G.C : "'scuse me, would you be able to poster on the 95% of the pillar that isn't advertising our biggest event for the whole year? It might mean only putting up 19 posters instead of 20"
S.A : "FUCK OFF AND DIE, YOU GERMAN SCUMBAGS - IF YOU TOUCH ANY OF OUR POSTERS, WE WILL DESTROY YOU! DOWN WITH SLICED BREAD! AND KITTENS! BWAHAHAHA!!!!"
*vanishes in a cloud of sulphur and brimstone*
True story.

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