Okay, okay, I know. Jeremy Scott’s Bart Simpson print has become not so much as overdone, but popularly displayed and re-worked by bloggers and clothing manufacturers alike. Yet, after having been a Simpsons fan for a very long time, it’s hard to not want to walk around with Bart’s face everywhere, his cheeky grin mocking a confused passerby and reeking of mischief. There was a time when my brother and I would sneakily find our way to the TV and watch the Simpsons on the lowest, possible volume where speech was almost intelligible. My father did not enjoy his ten and seven-year-old children watching a cartoon with apparently inappropriate messages underlying every word and 2D action. Yet it was something about our infatuation with these seemingly jaundiced characters and our lack of understanding that kept our eyes glued to the screen. Youthful ignorance has a way of crawling to the doorstep of bliss and happiness, doesn’t it? What am I even talking about?