Clav, whether meaning to or not, has entered a second era of showing us that the qualities that we think make us busted are often actually what make us beautifully distinct. Without them, we’re just bland.
I honestly hate gay dating standards so much. I haven’t read Deleuze and Guattari. I don’t go to salons all the time. I hardly ever can identify the Lacanian objet petit a. I read Kant and Russell. I prefer concrete notions. I don’t understand the semiotic triangle.
When Werner Herzog said the best film school is to learn how to do carpentry or pick a lock, art school brained cinephiles thought it was a sphinxian riddle. When he clarified that you can learn how to work a camera in one day but need to learn about life they all felt wounded.