For several years I have suspected that the soi-disant intelligentsia in society have been having enjoying a great belly laugh at my expense. I was loath to say anything about this because (like the people on the fable) I didn’t want to appear unsophisticated. Once I reached the highest tier of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs (the one in which I NEED to point how silly some of this stuff really is), I set about to find the perfect forum in which to publish my modern version of the metaphorical silks which are too rich and fine for the unsophisticated to perceive. At long last I found it, here in the postructural pub of the postructural whistle website.
The modern novel (If it doesn’t have a plot, what’s the point?)
Modern poetry (If it has no meter, no rhyme scheme, no alliteration, in short: no discipline, isn’t it just…..prose?)
4:33 (He’s just SITTING there!..how much did I pay for these damn tickets, anyway?)
Modern Art (you’re right, your 5 year old COULD do that)
The Bauhaus (Honey, that damn flat roof is leaking, again!)
Deconstructionism (see comments for “the Modern Novel” above)
Total Quality Management (if quality could really improve continuously, how come we have so much crappy stuff?)
7 habits of highly effective people (how did the ALREADY effective people develop these habits without the book?)
Six Sigma (ok, I’ll stop with the business stuff, it’s just too easy)
Disclaimer: The use of the word “modern” above indicates compositions and creations of the current era (c early 20th century to the present). The author is fully cognizant of the fact that a clearly defined and chronologically bounded “modern” period can be ascribed to many these subjects, but has eschewed use of the term “post-modern” as belonging, in itself, on the list above and being just a little silly.