I think I was 10 years old when I was first subjected to art “critique.” We were watching The Piano and the teacher was trying to explain how the key strokes represented sexual tension. Or something. It was so plainly bullshit. Nothing could be clearer to me. That feeling has only resolved further into a finely honed bullshit detector whenever anyone with an arts degree opens their degenerate mouths. I don’t know how we became a society which enables entire generations of useless people to teach each other useless techniques to intellectually (and literally) masturbate over imagined and contrived intent behind pieces. We used to expel these freeloaders from the tribe and cast them into the wilderness. Now they occupy positions of power and authority and leech off the efforts and legacy of better people. We deserve our societal collapse.