it’s okay if the things you like aren’t, like, artistic masterpieces.
not everything has to be deep and full of symbolism and a groundbreaking. it’s okay to just like things because they’re fun or goofy or have characters you really like. it’s honest to god okay to say the things you like are bad, especially since all standards of artistic merit are basically made up anyway.
head chef, who happens to be covered head to toe in centipedes and stale canola oil: i am Cobfident that chef ramsay will enjoy my food. there is nothing wrong with my food. my food is perfect, five stars.
gordon ramsay: i will have the risotto
head chef: ok [throws some rice into a sewer, lights it on fire, and empties a packet of frozen kraft singles into the flames]
gordon ramsay: *takes a bite* this sucks
head chef: Oh, so we got a bitch and a liar here? Chef Ramsey doesn’t like my food, huh? So we got a blasphemer and a false prophet here, huh? Chef Ramsay dosent know what the fuck or shit he is talking about and I’m personally about to knock him out cold with my massive ballsack.
i don’t know but i’m reblogging it because i’m afraid it’s one of those “REBLOG THIS CREATURE AND GET WEALTH” memes in disguise, and if I don’t, it’s going to come to my house, steal everything of value I own, piss on the rest, and leave without even letting me pet it.