Sometimes drunk straight people come up to me and want to lecture me about sexuality and gender. Do they really think they're going to deliver any profound illuminations? So I just act a little drunker than them and say something ridiculous and scare them off. It's the kindest way.
There is a public feud that had erupted in the upper echelons of the art world. The emperor is suddenly naked and his minions are scrambling to publically cover their asses. Mud is being slung far and wide.