Name four art forms that do nothing for you

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  1. Opera

  2. Pre-late 19th century painting

  3. Classical-era music (I like Baroque, I like Romantic and Contemporary, but could never get into Classic, e.g. Mozart, era very much. Obviously, I very much respect Mozart, but would rather listen to Bach, Chopin, Beethoven, Mahler, Stravinsky, Ives, Debussy, etc., any day).

  4. Beat-era literature

Now, I don’t think any of these suck at all. I very much respect these art forms–they just fail to elicit an emotional response from me. For whatever reason, I don’t like representational art. I don’t know why. I spent about 30 minutes in the Louvre when I was in Paris, but I wandered for hours and hours at the Centre Pompidou. Having grown up with classical music, for some reason Mozart never resonated with me, either. Once again, I don’t know why. I love the artists that straddle him in music history, but I don’t really appreciate his music as much as I think I should.

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Abstract sculpture, soap operas, modern jazz, and Stevie Ray Vaughn.

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Hip-hop/rap, ballet, anime, and manga.

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Opera
Anime
Heist movies
Realistic still lifes

No judgement-- just personal dislike.

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Rap, especially when its played at eardrum-busting levels. I don’t get it.

Performance art. I find it embarrassing to watch. Not for me, but for the performers.

Country music, past, present and future. With a few exceptions (i.e. Johnny Cash), it just doesn’t do anything for me.

Poetry-as-preaching. This is a hard category to explain, but has become a trend in poetry lately. As a somewhat respected poet myself, I try to read and appreciate other people’s work. But honestly, some “poetry” particularly performed at slams or for “events” leaves me cold. Cliche after cliche, part rap, part rant – no thanks. People who write poetry should read some before committing pen to paper.

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Wow! Not a lot of art lovers.

Sitcoms
Talk Radio -Shock jock stuff.
Reality Shows - Although I do like Project Runway
Country Music

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Thank you, AH, and please hereby accept my nomination of you to the Pantheon of Genii (nod to another thread about plural abuse. Please don’t beat me). You have invented (or if not, at least introduced me to) a name for something that needed it, bless your cotton socks. For years, I just didn’t get Lucy. She’d set up some cringingly embarrassing premise, which good sense would have solved in a microsecond, and drag it out endlessly for some opportunities to mug at the camera. The fog of time has made me a tiny bit more forgiving, but still my least favourite comedy form.