Unorthodox opinions
Today I am suffering from severe PMS symptoms, so I'd like to bring up a certain thing that seems to cause a whole lot of more and less civilized discussion around the internet (and outside it, too): what makes people detest Disney and damn it to the lowest pits of hell?
I mean, heck, I don't get it. Most of the people I've talked to loved the Disney renessaince movies as kids just as much as I did, but at some point they started thinking they're terribly badly drawn, crappily composed, half-assedly designed and what the heck ever. And when I say well, I actually like Disney movies, I think they're sweet and pretty and entertaining and the animation in them pleases me - then I get The Look. Suddenly I'm a heretic/naive fool/a general idiot.
What?
So, I decided: fuck them all. Why the hell should I give a damn what you - yes, YOU - think about Disney? I know what I like, I know where I'm going to send a portfolio when I graduate, I know what makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside. People adore David Lynch and I can't understand it, but for pete's SAKE, people, live and let live! Pardon me if I happen to like movies that make me feel good about myself, other people, the world and life in general. It doesn't always have to be about misery, angst, blood and guts.
I think that at the end of the day, art is all about different opinions. People like different things. I wouldn't hang a post-modern geometric painting on my wall, and you probably think Michelangelo is about as great as old lettuce. I love country music, you hate Elvis. It doesn't really make either of us a better/worse person.
Goddamnit, people get on my nerves sometimes. I'm going to go feed my cat.
