You keep using that word. I don’t think that word means what you think it means.
This article names some of the rubes trying to do so. Unsurprisingly, many are from what passes for our artistic elite.
I still need a lot of purifying. judging from my double-take the first time this title came up on my Amazon recommendation list.
I tend to take the prudish side whenever the perennial debate on nudity in art gets going.
Based on the reaction of the fashionistas to a crucifix in a jar of urine or an image of the Virgin Mary decorated with elephant dung and photographs of naked lady parts, one might naively conclude that art has lost all its power to shock. This would be a profoundly wrong conclusion.
His Majesty: “Given the teenage penchant for rebellion, this could actually increase interest in marriage. But probably not, given that marriage is much harder work than camping out in a business district and heckling rich people.”
(*I was going to list just singers, but I had a crush on Margaux. She was just a few years older than I, and I loved how she didn’t pluck her eyebrows.)
My name’s Bookslinger, and I’m an alcoholic. (“Hi Bookslinger!”) It’s been 10 years since I’ve had a drink…
His Majesty: “I suppose it could be worse. They could be showing solidarity with persons suffering from hypospadia.”
The term “intellectual” is one frequently found in descriptions of political groupings and presumably refers to writers, artists, poets, philosophers, and other idlers whose influence is considerably greater than their numbers or contribution would warrant.