Culture Takes a Gansta Hit

She thought she knew art but she was wrong. She was a prisoner of the MTV culture, of a time when nuance was a foreign language, when celebrity replaced creativity.

She was surprised – I mean genuinely surprised – when she took an on-line art survey and learned that Van Gogh was not a truck rental service; that Rodin was not a Japanese bird-like monster; that Van Dyke was not a lesbian moving company.

She guessed incorrectly that Picasso was a veal dish and that Vermeer was pressed particleboard facing for cheap furniture.

She was really embarrassed though the time she mistook Proust for some energy drink one mixes with vodka.