a rhetorical thing i lost a lot of patience for over the last few years has been the second-order contrarian voice critiquing elevated artsiness and urging a return to mainstream values due to "the alternative" being unreal, or gauche, or naive or something. because if nothing else it just feels so unnecessary when everyone in that supposed alternative culture was already raised on nintendo games or warcraft or superhero comics or network tv or whatever else. they make the work they do drawing from that stuff and trying to build whatever was missing in it.
it's less that the alternative is naive than that it's not even alternative, any more than the "mainstream" is mainstream, a supposed mainstream consisting of increasingly crazed and alien-feeling operator fic and the weird backwash of upstream financial shenanigans dumped into public life like sewage coming down into the beach. what feels most wistful to me is the idea that these terms even form a pair, are a dialectic instead of just a gradient, that therefore we can always get whatever answer we're looking for by performing just one more rote inversion of our pet dead opposites - an activity which will always be both popular and profitable ("is conservatism the new punk rock??") but which chiefly serves to reassure that whatever happens next will still make sense within the tired old forms already available to us. but i think all of us are working on the same page with the same ingredients already - if there's a dynamic at play it's just between this dead world and one we don't yet know how to recognise, the one that hasn't happened yet.