You know, I was walking through the Hirschorn the other day, thinking something so snobbish it’s embarassing to recount.
I was thinking, “gee, that Clyfford Still really broke some lowbrow ground here. He seems to have completely removed talent, technique, and intellect from his work, leaving only enormous tracts of ruined canvas. Truly art for the masses. Now I see who paved the road for Robert Gober’s stupid-ass sinks. Oh, there’s a De Kooning. Now he was a smart guy.”
Clyfford Still might be the greatest artistic genius of all time, for all I know. But what I saw was the work of a nine-foot tall pre-schooler. And I enjoyed laughing at it, just like I enjoy ridiculing Gober. At the same time, I make a laughable exception for Willem De Kooning. That makes me more than a snob; it makes me a snob wearing blinders. At the same time, the fact that I can walk into an art museum and see all three artists on display proves that all are accorded some merit, despite my opinions.
Reading this thread makes me realize that I’m no different as an armchair art critic than I am from the person who laughs at the John Deere hat-wearing guy who asks for the letter “k” when confronted with the puzzle “RE_AR_ED” on Wheel of Fortune.
These new-era game and reality television shows have something that Jeopardy doesn’t. They rely on social rather than purely intellectual factors to determine a winner. And one thing we learn over and over in real life is that the smartest people are not necessarily the most successful. If they were, the SDMB might well be the World Governing Council. The fact that we are not shows that there are a lot of ways to skin a cat.
If you can find a particularly dim winner, you’ve really got something, because a vast majority of your audience is sharing in his unexpected success. We love underdogs. So when John Deere drives off the set in his new Pontiac Ass-tek because he guessed “REMARKED” while I’m sitting on an already-used “D”, I don’t get pissed off. I cheer for him, because he’s not only won, but he’s shown me up as well, seemingly against the odds.
Our new, stupider age promises only more such suprises in the future.