Post graduate twattery
It was me. I was the twat.

Just finished a degree in anthropology/archaeology and was at a gallery exhibition for a well-known Aboriginal artist. Being an Aboriginal person and anthropology graduate, well, you don't need to tell me that I know my stuff!

So using my new-found knowledge, I loudly proclaimed to my friend and adorning crowd, upon reading the first info card that said artist first started painting at 70 years of age, that it was probably to do with Law and not being able to tell the story through painting until someone died or blah blah. Looking around at the crowd, with wisdom glinting eyes and pursed lips of knowing, I noticed that no-one seemed to care about my opinion.

Onto the secord info card where I read that said artist had never picked up a paint brush until she was 70 because she never had had a crack at it before. Nothing at all to do with my profound knowing statements.

I was a post graduate twat and left without a croissant.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 14 Apr 2012, 9:04, 3 replies)

Yeah
it's something most of us learn soon after we graduate.
Welcome to the club.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Sat 14 Apr 2012, 10:42, closed)

It was all new and shiny, of course you wanted to show it off.
It's possible that the printed explanation was the one given purely for public consumption, and that your explanation is the "real" reason. In which case, the twuntery is that you told a cultural secret!
( kila is reading clocks upside-down as usual, Sat 14 Apr 2012, 11:03, closed)

No. It was me. I was the twat.

(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Sat 14 Apr 2012, 11:37, closed)