Which is utterly perplexing to me. These are people who may or may not be reading novels, but who certainly still go to the cinema every once in a while, who certainly spend hours and hours each week sitting on the couch watching Netflix, who cue up their favorite Spotify playlist when they’re on the treadmill or driving to work.

They are great consumers of art, yet they seemingly harbor a contempt for anyone who endeavors to produce it.

Oh, they may have great respect for the established artist. They swoon over the Taylor Swifts and the Chris Hemsworths, but they have nothing but snide contempt for anyone who has artistic ambitions. Dash your hopes against the rocks, they say — you’re no better than us! — and pick up this broom and apron.