It appears to me that these broad brushstrokes are emerging due to some innate fear of people committing to challenging their views. People don't like to hear this, but if you don't like me saying it, then take Ethel Cain speaking of the inability of her own fans to approach her art with sincerity, or Martin Scorsese speaking of the mindless creation of content swamping all artistic integrity. I'm not the first one to point out that we are in an epoch of mindless acceptance and anyone who speaks out against it is perceived as someone crying for authoritarian rule. Either that or they're just out of touch. Ultimately, art resonates with us because it makes us feel things. But when was the last time you had a sincere face-to-face conversation with someone about how piece of art made you feel about how you grew from it. Because I can watch the film Her and rather than saying what it meant to me I leave a snarky one lowercase review that serves to fuel my social status instead That separate me from the rest of the crowd Look in this little thing that we do we been granted a variety of categorizations ourselves. One, as a championing voice for the arts, or as a helping hand in its grand conversation. We've also been granted the moniker of elitist, pretentious, or fascist. I think this kind of obsessive categorization and extreme compartmentalizing occurs for the same reasons that people would be confused as to why I'm beginning this video by talking about the Ghent Altarpiece and Pink Flamingos in the same vein as one another. But ultimately, it can all be explained in a single sentence. And though what I'm about to say might seem completely unrelated, I believe, or more so, I am completely confident that the reason that the arts are becoming diluted, that people's taste is becoming so uniform, that people struggle to venture into any area they find uncomfortable, that people are so antagonistic towards views that they don't share, is simple. Nothing is punk anymore.