you're missing the painting--which exists, not in a cartoon-like two dimensions, but in a very subtly rendered three dimensions which, obviously, you've never seen.
ask yourself why you are so hostile to an entire art movement much revered by so many, yet dare to call yourself not a hearty unapologetic philistine --one of a very large tribe--but one who aspires to something called "culture."
What do you even care about America? You bothered to learn the word "dalit" but not who Samuel Langhorne Clemens is. Perhaps you'd fit in elsewhere and I should stay.
This is a deeply embarrassing thing for this guy to share, but it’s so fucking funny that the whole “phone down, Bruno” is clearly the company trying to implement safety features to prevent Ai psychosis and all it takes to defeat it is being an Ai pyscho
@Bladeisspooky@PostureAndThe After listening to Christians & Freemasons a million times, I Am a Real Doctor hit me like a fucking train first time through.
Disagree with this. Instead you should read dense and difficult tomes with no notes or annotations. If at any point you forget what’s in the book, freak out. Freak the hell out that you’re declining, you’re stupid, then read it again while crying.
as a ~2020 essential worker~ the way ppl talk about this “quarantine” has always cracked me up. y'all were not held captive, you were at my job harassing me!
Security took me out of the line at the PinkPantheress show and inspected my hairline. They didnt do this to anyone else in line.
Explain this @Ticketmaster.
This is what I call "The Death of the Reader".
Authors write for readers, who aren't authors. Artists paint for non-artists. Musicians play for non-musicians.
This keeps fiction, art, and music grounded.
But when any group stops creating for an external audience, and starts trying to impress only each other, they create a weird, self-reinforcing feedback loop.
This isn't clothing, or even fashion. It's a costume party. They're all trying one-up each other with something weirder and more eye-catching.
So when an athlete, of recent and topical celebrity, who isn't a part of their Bored Billionaires' Club, shows up in a dress that's just a dress, of course they are going to mock her. She's just revealed that she didn't get the memo. That she's not an insider.
How she looks to the world at large is not the point.
This is why 99.999...% of copies of "Infinite Jest" have never been read. This is why John Cage "wrote" four minutes of silence. This is why competitive bodybuilders from the 80s looked like Greek gods, and modern ones look like gargoyle freaks.
It's all the Death of the Reader.
Hollywood doesn't make movies for you now. They hate you. They make movies for each other.
And then cry about how you didn't buy a ticket, because they think your only role is to pay for their onanistic circle of self indulgence.
This game isn't going to stop. It's just going to keep getting weirder until someone's dress malfunctions and catches fire, and the rest of us all have a good laugh.