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My cishet straight man roommate: “I’m a *philosopher*. I have absurdly high standards for all art. I’m a manic pixie poet photographer who listens to Death Grips religiously. I don’t even watch video essays without critiquing them like Scorsese. Genre fiction isn’t art, only high art is art. Sabrina Carpenter isn’t a real artist, BTW; not like the Beatles.”
Also my roommate: “Haliey Welch is legitimately a postmodern performance artist.”
Me: