How Can You Do This to Me, Babe?!

In today's pluralist, Warholian society, talent isn't as important as the sense that every voice, no matter how goopy, matters. If women who've just had the shit beaten out of them by their wonderful husbands feel as though they're making art, then they're making art. And according to today's Conceptualists, the aesthetic of a piece doesn't matter at all, anyway—the message does. As far as messages go, "I am a worthy human being deserving of love and respect" is right up there—though it would be a lot more convincing if it didn't seem so rote, as if the women in question hadn't deprogrammed from one brainwashing mode straight to another.