Words, Words, Words

So, apparently it's become a thing to just write a bunch of words and call it art.

Sometimes the stock artists use a common poem or lines to a song:

...but usually there are just a bunch of lame platitudes crapped out on a canvas. 

...incidentally, WTH does "live out loud" actually mean?  That...makes no sense.  And while we're at it, if I see one more "live laugh love" trifecta on a sorority girl's wall I'm going to delta kappa kick someone's ass.

Then there's this:

So...we're just going to list things in a category now?  As fun as visual scattergories sounds, I'm not into it.

Well, now that I think about it, I do feel inspired to write a few words when I look at it:

ugly

BORING

uncreative

banal

lame

A F F E C T E D

But you know what?  Beer deserves better than that.  In honor of good (and crappy) beer everywhere, this:

Sage advice, beer bottle.  Sage advice.

Mais, Oui

Stock art seems to favor looking...French.

...ish. French-ish. Because apparently anything written in French=classy. But we don't want to write anything too advanced...we just write the stuff we learned from watching Amelie with subtitles...

...or taking that one semester of French 101 in college. 

...I know these things.  J'ai dit oui to my Invitation au monde francophone:

...for one semester before I went to Spain and decided to study Russian.

Whatever.

Anyway, I came across this beauty the first time I went to Ross in search of hotel art. 

"White wine from France."  

Because we're classy, we wrote it in French.

So I ask, why stop there?

What is a good picture of French stereotypes without the actual wine...

 ...the eiffel tower...

 

...and smoking?

Being me, you knew a dinosaur was coming, too:

Some of you reading may ask,

"Bridget, why do you do this?"

You know what I say?

"Pourquoi pas?"

P.S.

The people in my French 101 book are TOTALLY drinking wine.

...totally.