It’s almost sacrilege to admit to disliking certain things. People who regard themselves as culturally aware, artistically sensitive, aesthetically sophisticated must occasionally find themselves faced with work that has such apparent popular appeal among those they consider simpatico which they frankly do not care for or do not understand or both. Uttering their honest opinion can be the equivalent of farting in church.
So they suppress that opinion, perhaps nod politely and even go so far as to find some pseudo-intellectual way of understanding the thing disliked so they can at least be seen as trustworthy within their circles. It really is a case of the Emperor’s new suit.…