Adrianna Pennino: Saintly, sassy, and hey, kinda sexy, too.
Longtime readers of this site will know our feelings about The Rocky Statue, and indeed, the oppressive yoke all things Rocky cast over this city: It should not exist. Especially not at the foot of one of the greatest art museums in the world. It’s beyond tacky, it’s a totem of the Slobadelphia so many of us work so hard to negate, and also, we’re tired of talking about it. Really. At this point, best to ignore it. And maybe put a pink jumper on it every so often.
But over the holidays, drawn down a Google hole regarding the complete works of Talia Shire, we had a thought: If we are to be a city at least in part defined by Rocky, then where is the love for the Rock’s soulmate, Adrian? (Full name, by the way: Adrianna Pennino Balboa.) After all, if we’re going to talk about a fictitious character who represents who we are as a city, which sounds more like Philadelphia to you: An illiterate Kenzo hooked on the rush of having his brains bashed in by flashy out-of-towners, or a hardworking, determined woman who manages to eke out her own life and style while her family oppresses her and the love of her life is a big dope she endeavors tirelessly to support? On second thought, maybe don’t answer that.
You see where we’re going with this, though. Rocky is nothing without Adrian. But Adrian was always something without Rocky. (We’ll leave it to you Bryn Mawr types to decide if Adrain was feminist/post-feminist/whatever.) The point: If Philly’s in for a penny with this, we’re in for a pound, especially given that, yo, not for nothing, Adrian is also apparently a major fashion icon for young women in Fishtown and East Passyunk. So let’s put it succinctly, and let’s put it down as an action item:
If we have to put up with all this Rocky bullshit, we should at least break off Adrian some. Mural Arts, expect a call from us today.