Classical musicians: Up-tight, ambitious squares. Doctors.
New Music musicians: Having implicitly resigned from the institutional rat race, they are the cool, if slightly embarrassing, high school teachers of the art world.
Rock musicians: Losers. Of all artists, they are the most likely to squander their entire life's potential in pursuit of their art, insensible to more socially meritorious endeavors (Actors take second prize).
Hip-hop musicians: The true Princes and soldiers of Pop.
Jazz musicians: Museum guards.
Composers: Academics.
Theater artists: Prissy, tasteless faggots (America). Rapists (Europe).
Novelists: Arrogant nebbishes who, regarding themselves more as public intellectuals than artists, are consequently inconsequential as either.
Short story writers: Civil servants, clerks, petty bureaucrats. Superfluous men.
Poets: Women.
Architects: Bootlickers, bishops, and Bolivarists.
Dancers: Inscrutable and insignificant, no one curious to know one who doesn't, they are the Mormons of the arts.
Filmmakers: Jocks, ringmasters, Romantic composers. The only truly popular artists, working in the only truly relevant artform.
Conceptual/media artists: Illiterate novelists, better dressed and funded.
Photographers: Journalists.
Designers: Not, to their credit, artists.
Painters/sculptors: Libidinal formalists carrying the torch of fucking and fighting for the entirety of the dead arts.
Bloggers: Digital Hasidim.
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