I once had a boss that was a little nutso. At times she seemed to act like she was about 12 years old. The office gossip, the calling in sick every other week, and the whining and complaining to get her way drove everyone mad. She was also horrible for business, but that rarely keeps anyone from getting promoted.
I can't call her the boss from hell, because she rarely did anything good or bad, so she didn't affect me much. I just didn't like her.
One day, Lisa was bragging about how much money her husband and she were making. Their combined income was well over one hundred thousand dollars and they both had company cars. Since they didn't yet have children this left them plenty of money to invest. They were investing in art.
Having gone to Art school I was very intrigued by this. Almost everyone I knew was on the creating side of art. Rarely had I met anyone who owned any that they themselves hadn't created. "What artists do you like?" I asked.
"We buy Disney animation cells. You know, the ones they make when they are animating a movie."
I didn't really know what to say at that point. Do Disney animation cells count as art? They made 30 of them for every second of film. They were made in a fucking factory of animation, by college graduates that earned a decent salary. Where is the suffering, angst and most of all, where the hell is the creativity. I call Bullshit on that.
Disney is a lot of things to a lot of people, but not much of it is art. Enjoyment, pleasure, swindling, homogenized activities for boring people sure, but it aint art.
She was later fired when after having a baby, she never returned. She just kept calling in sick until they demoted and then fired her. It took the company months to do it. She probably cashed 20 paychecks by the time they canned her.