THIS IS ART! LOVE ME! (Open)

Elegance stared.

It didn't help.

She was at some exhibition of some new pony or somesuch, from somewhere foreign. Somewhere poor. And as much as Elegance liked the idea of helping developing areas actually 'develop', she had the sneaking suspicion that this entire thing was...

Was it racist to call something bullshit when some of the artists were bovines?

Probably, she conceded, when she looked over a piece called 'cow tools', trying to see what everypony else was raving about. If somepony went up to her and asked her what she thought, etiquette required her to go with the consensus. The consensus being that this and the other pieces of art were profound, so much so that only the truly cultured could understand.

She was acutely reminded of the Emperor's new clothes.

She hoped nopony would try to talk with her.