I was having a discussion with a friend who considers himself to have excellent tastes in music and I asked him what was the most popular musician that he liked. It took him quite a while of looking through top 100 lists before he found an artist he had even grudging respect for. I accuse him of being a poseur hipster who can’t stand anything successful but he vigorously denies it and claims the it has nothing to do with the popularity, it’s all to do with the musical structure being simple and uninteresting.
Recently, I had been experiencing his same argument, except related to food. Lately, every time I cooked for people, I’d been asking them to go through a dish by dish breakdown of the meal and tell me what they liked and didn’t like about it. What surprised me was that many of the dishes I loved other people were ambivalent about and the dishes that bored me, others raved about. It turns out all that’s required to make my guests love a dish is a couple of money shot ingredients: cream, mushrooms, duck breast, short ribs etc. Fat & Umami essentially.
You see the same pattern in other areas as well: film buffs love quirky indie films, sophisticated travelers visit the most obscure corners of the world, english lit majors read dense literary novels.
Generally, the argument is that these things are better than the mainstream schlock that the masses consume. They’re deeper, more nuanced, more sophisticated.
But what if that was wrong? What if what is regarded as “sophisticated” tastes in is simply the result of being jaded. Like how drug addicts require ever increasing doses to feel the same high, people who become connoisseurs in any one area can’t be stimulated by the same simple pleasures that would please a dabbler.
If that’s the case, then we shouldn’t aspire to become sophisticated people. Instead, we should view them as sad, degenerate cases, similar to burnt out drug addicts.
Obviously, issues of taste are more complicated that what I’ve sketched out but, in a broad sense, can sophisticated tastes be explained as mere jadedness or can anyone mount a convincing defense for sophistication?