The thing that bothers me tonight: fresh-out-of-the-college youngsters, barely out there for three years (which makes them kind of my age, 26-ish) and calling themselves Artists, Models, whatevers. I believe that a person can genuinely call himself a writer when he gets paid for his writings, i.e., when he lives off by his writings. And so is eveyrything else- just because you want a title before your name, (which can also be a pseudonym you'll want to change when you get a kid in ten years) you don't just tag yourself "artist" or "painter" or "choreographer" when you're actually paying someone to get those titles ahead of you. Actually, just like Warhol said, an "artist" is just a job name. It's not something fancy or high or Ivy League or postmortem Godard. Seriously, if someone wants to call herself an "artist," she should first redefine and clarify that term. To refresh my point, here's that favorite quote of mine that I think is pure genius:

Sue: What are you majoring in?
Joel: Russian literature and Slavic languages.
Sue: Oh wow, that's pretty interesting. What career track is that?
Joel: Cabby, hot dog vendor, marijuana delivery guy. The world is my oyster.

I don't get the hype (= fad, vogue, whatever you call it) of becoming an "artist" overnight, especially after you've failed being another thing for the last four years of your life, when you're still in your twenties. Say, if you have a company of a group of artists, and the people around you start calling you an artist, only then you're able to call yourself a genuine "artist" without guilt and embarassment for the things you crave to own. And for those "models" who pay their photographers to take some random pictures, my poor 20-something experience of life tells me that they're spoiled Hilton-wannabes. Paris, I mean. 'Tis a strange, strange world. I guess, "why bother?" Good night, River.