The Triumph of Mediocrity: Celebrating Spectacular Flops
Seriously? A museum dedicated to failure? In Vancouver, no less, a city already famous for aggressively polite mediocrity? I’m not sure whats more depressing – the existence of such an institution or the fact that people are actively contributing to it. Apparently, were now supposed to feel good about showcasing our botched pottery attempts, abandoned business plans scribbled on napkins, and those truly dreadful paintings your Aunt Mildred insists you keep?
It’s peak performative vulnerability, folks. A carefully curated collection of things that didn’t quite pan out, presented with a solemnity usually reserved for actual historical significance. I bet the opening night was filled with people earnestly discussing their “journey” and how bravely they embraced lessons learned.” Please. Its just an excuse to pat yourself on the back for not completely imploding, while simultaneously wallowing in regret.
And let’s be honest, most failures aren’t inspiring narratives of perseverance. They’re just…failures. A testament to poor planning, lack of talent, or a general inability to execute even the simplest of ideas. Now we get to pay admission money to admire them? Its a monument to settling for less. A shrine to the comfortably average. I’d rather stare at a blank wall, thank you very much. At least that offers genuine emptiness.
