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Superstar
Though the curious thing is, a lot of those so-labelled "enlightened art snobs" aren't necessarily that inherently hostile to the suburbs (a lot of them grew up there, after all: "it used to be their playground"). In fact, I'd argue that if you "assigned" them to suburban turf (esp. "Spacing urbanists" along the lines of Blackett/Micallef/Keenan), they could probably run rings around *you* in comprehending--and not unsympathetically, at that--the whys and wherefores of said turf, its history and its stories, both ancient and recent. They're so "enlightened", in fact, that they might well wind up enlightening you: awakening you to something deeper, richer in your midst.
Unfortunately, the problem is that the likes of Nads Gone Bad, spider, etc would probably feel more resentful and sneered-at, anyway, and take to this "applied enlightenment" within their own backyard like Fred Flintstone being dragged to the opera. So ultimately, the argument's less about I'm-all-right-Jack suburbanism, than I'm-all-right-Jack philistinism. They're the natives throwing rocks at the anthropologists.
Unfortunately, the problem is that the likes of Nads Gone Bad, spider, etc would probably feel more resentful and sneered-at, anyway, and take to this "applied enlightenment" within their own backyard like Fred Flintstone being dragged to the opera. So ultimately, the argument's less about I'm-all-right-Jack suburbanism, than I'm-all-right-Jack philistinism. They're the natives throwing rocks at the anthropologists.