Anyone in a car can’t help noticing the collections of stick figures labelled ‘My Family’ on other cars’ rear windscreens. Though of dubious artistic merit, such illustrations are surely an inoffensive change from the trivia, smut and politics that drivers who like the world to know their opinions usually plaster on their car back windows – announcements of the presence of infant passengers, lewd boastings of tradies’ sexual potency, lies about the ABC belonging to ‘us’ etc.
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