Wanker! / pron. Wan • kà /

Look at this house, just look at it. When I look at this house I think “the person who lives there is undoubtedly a wanker”. They exist in this perfectly futuristic, iconic glass house, overlooking downtown Sydney and the harbour and they are selling it. So, they are a wanker for owning this house and for selling it. I believe that it hasn’t yet been decided who will own this house next, but I have concluded that unless the individual plans on having a lot parties and inviting me to them, he/she is a wanker too.

A wanker is not the lowest level one can reach. Below the rank of plain wanker is wanker-modern-artist. I cant decide who is worse, the artist that creates a piece of crap with the smallest amount of effort or the curator who thinks that the public wants to see a cardboard box with a piece of Styrofoam at the bottom and a new lamp still in its plastic packaging set upright in the box. I am not at all being uncharitable, that “piece” if you can call it that, was a total piece of trash. A wanker-modern-artist is someone who clearly thinks that their excrement smells of roses and everyone alive cares about what they think. I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art this past weekend to check out part of the Biennale arts festival. Most of the work at the MCA was made by lazy, pretentious wanker-modern-artists who think that laminating 4 copied pages of handwriting and taping this uncut lamination to the wall with 2 pieces of white masking tape is art.
I am an art enthusiast, but I believe that effort and skill are important elements of creating art, the artist's attitude is not.

Cheers to a new curse word that is fun to say…and to the real deal. clink.