My grandfather not a stickler for grammar

That's me, my grandfather's grandson.

This is my small contribution to something called My Grandfather Singapore on Facebook, where Singaporeans are asked to take a photo of themselves "all over Singapore, a la Sticker Lady, with a sign reading 'My Grandfather Road/Temple/Stall/etc' to show that Singaporeans can be creative and that we have ownership of what we love in Singapore".

No, wait, I wrote it wrongly. It should be "My grandfather grandson". Actually, I wrote it correctly the first time, but in this case, being right is wrong and wrong is right.

As the people behind the My Grandfather Singapore Facebook thing pointed out: "Yes, it looks like a spelling mistake, but it's how some Singaporeans tend to drop the possessive when speaking in Singlish."

I think it looks more like grammatical error than a spelling mistake, but I quibble.

Did I send Phua Chu Kang to take English classes as directed by then-prime minister Goh Chok Tong all those years ago for nothing? Were 13 years of the Speak Good English Movement for nothing?

Did I do a spellcheck for this column for nothing?

What hath Sticker Lady, aka Samantha Lo, wrought?

Lo was arrested last week for painting "My grandfather road" on public roads. She is also allegedly behind the snarky stickers pasted on traffic lights around Singapore. On Facebook, MP Tin Pei Ling, Nominated MP Janice Koh and non-MP Nicole Seah have written in Lo's defence.

Sticker Lady has since been released on police bail.

So why are slacktivists stepping over themselves to jump on the "Free Sticker Lady" bandwagon when she is already free? Why are her supporters pre-emptively sending her to jail?

Forget street artist Banksy. Sticker Lady is treated like she's Nelson Mendela. (I'm still singing along to the Special AKA's Free Nelson Mendela even though I know he has been free for a while.)

But where were these "let's support creativity" types two years ago when Swiss Oliver Fricker was arrested for spray-painting graffiti on the MRT train?

Where were Ms Tin, Ms Koh and Ms Seah back then? No, wait, Ms Koh wasn't an NMP and no one had heard of Ms Tin or Ms Seah then.

Why wasn't there an online petition to the Ministry of Information, Communications and the Arts (Mica) to recognise Fricker's work as "art, not vandalism" (like the petition to Mica to "review sentence" of Lo, even though she hasn't been sentenced yet)?

Is it because Fricker is a foreigner? And not a cat-loving 25-year-old Singaporean who worked for the National Art Gallery?

It's probably also a good thing Sticker Lady doesn't drive a Ferrari or wear a scarf on the bus.

(The 1994 Michael Fay incident doesn't apply because that happened long before people could put black "Anyhow paste police catch" badges on their Facebook pages.)

And unlike Fricker, Sticker Lady has also sparked more intense discussion about art than the recently- concluded Singapore Arts Festival ever did, just as organisers announced last week that the festival is taking a break next year for re-assessment.

Perhaps if they want to avoid low attendances, as was the case at last year's festival, they should resort to vandalism too.

But don't do what the Singapore Post did in 2010 when it had postboxes around Singapore spray-painted with graffiti for a publicity campaign. That just upset people.

SingPost's gaffe was that the graffiti wasn't in Singlish. They should've spray-painted the postboxes with the words "My grandfather postbox." Remember to drop the possessive.

Which brings me back to My Grandfather Singapore project on Facebook to get Singaporeans to show that they can be creative by following her instructions to basically copy what someone else did. Do what you're told and copy.

And that, ladies and xenophobes, is the state of creativity in Singapore in a nutshell.

By the way, why is Lo called Sticker Lady and not Grandfather Lady? I guess it's all relative.

Spellchecked.

This article was first published in The New Paper.

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