Either you love her or you don't.
But for those who love her, well, sometimes it's sort of like loving a precocious 6 year-old.
Like, "Very adorable, ordering people to do stupid things with your little poem-demands."
And, "How cute, that you can alert people that every day objects are really art. Like, uh, rocks."
Anyone for an autographed rock?
Cynics would say she's a modern Barnum, or a post-Warhol provocateur out to flim-flam fools. And that those who prance and mince around in the art world deserve what they get.
And those who still don't realize vinyl is dead? The hipsters in the stupid porkpie hats, with the idiotic beards, who will put a finger into your chest and tell you EXACTLY the type of beer you should be drinking, and "the best pizza place" in town?
Oooh, they're calling up the record store (or having the maid bid on eBay) to get THIS...
Pretentious huckstering is over, if you want it.
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