“… is so vicious because the stakes are so small” is a universal truth.

My father was an artist in the’60s-‘70s. He took me to MOMA and pointed out a piece. It seemed unremarkable, garish with neon colors that were passé by the ‘80s. “When that was new, you couldn’t be in the same room with it. You could barely even look at it. It felt *wrong* and changed everything.”