Thursday, January 21, 2010

furrow this, jerks

One of the many things that annoy me is cultural hierarchies. The very idea that some genres or mediums are inherently more intellectual or worthy is ludicrous and plain snobbery.

So many of us have this hang up that art should somehow be morally improving, or that the gap between art and simple entertainment isn't microscopic, if it exists at all. Forget that! Art is itself.

(tangent: if you agree that art should reflect life as accurately as possible--like many, many artists do--what sort of effect does that have for reality tv?)

Take Batman. An almost perfect depiction of obsession over the years, and an interesting take on justice (seeing how he breaks the law in order to preserve it). He also beats bad guys up and swings from rooftops. I like both those things and prefer to get them from one source. Furthermore, the amount of dirty puns in any Shakespearean play is mind boggling.

So let's stop enforcing rigid definitions of quality based on class and money. Good art tears itself from the page/screen/speakers/whatever and grabs by the collar. Bad art doesn't. There's a lot of middle ground but none of it has to do with the genre or medium.


To completely change the subject, I went through a few older posts of mine and in one I express a hope for a robot uprising by the end of UBBT 6. All I have to say is: whats with the slacking, robots?

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