I Hate Phonies

What pleasure do people get from dance? Watching dance is just an enormous group of people staring at a smaller group of people moving around strangely. Imagine super-advanced Aliens come to Earth and ask to see our creative accomplishments, and what we show them is a bunch of people dressed in leotards and wearing an inch-thick layer of makeup jumping around to what would otherwise be great music. Would they accept us into their greater galactic society? I don't think so. Art today isn't what it once was. Artists today can make absolutely ridiculous amounts of money for doing virtually nothing.
"Hey, Jim. Doesn't your exhibit at the Met start today?"
"Oh, geez! I completely forgot!"
"Oh, well no worries. You can just eat a bunch of oranges and throw the peels and seeds all over the room."
"Oh my god! It's a statement on modern society!"
How can someone accept something like this as art, yet ignore ultra-important media such as video games? Video games are not only a completely valid form of art but also a superior one. They offer a degree of interactivity the likes of which have never been seen. And why is this? Because pretentious people go around deciding what is and isn't art and the mindless sheep of the public have no choice but to follow them. In the words of Holden Caulfield
"I hate phonies."
Misinformed overcultural anti-philistines are everything wrong with the country and the world as a whole. Deep inside, all humans have mankind's essential , there is always some sort of hostility towards some other culture or man that you hold, but these 'phonies' that litter the modern art houses of coastal American cities and the various coffeehouses of Western Europe are spreading their lies that we live in a global commons, that all men should cooperate and coexist despite fundamental differences in ideas, and these lies are tearing the world apart. These phonies convert more and more decent people into phonyism and indoctrinating them with their hippie ideals and self-contradicting lies. These phonies live in their million dollar houses bought by their investments in the stock market or their creation of an internet company and sit back in their imported Swedish-designed, Indonesian-made ultra-comfort chairs and watch their Wes Anderson movies while preaching communism and socialism and anarchy. But, just like in the 60's, after a time of relative peace and happiness, people have to seek out problems. Unfortunately, these people are surprisingly charismatic. So again, phonies are in style. Here's to hoping it'll all blow over.