While you're pondering the nuttery of American culture's "stinking, sinking garbage barge," consider this one:
As I warned last year at Catherine Fitt's Louisville Luncheon, the assault on music itself has begun, and trust me, these people a lunatic enough to impose quotas on how many hours one listens to music. And we can predict the forms it will take: if you're white, and listen to Duke Ellington or Josephine Baker or (in my case) Leontyne Price, you'll be accused of "cultural appropriation" rather than simply wanting to enjoy some good music. Did you spend enough hours listening to Hindu ragas and Tibetan chant today and appreciating the "overtones" of non-tempered music? Good lad: submit your form for the culture police before the end of the week.
Progressivism must politicize everything, from NFL games to the opera. We're not permitted to simply enjoy things, regardless of who creates them. Everything must be a "statement."
This is idiocy.