The Nostalgia of a Yesterday With Less Crap
What is "Crap" really? What does it mean when we "Curate" something to remove "Crap"?
When we think of Crap we are actually thinking of the Other. Newness. Difference. Views outside of our own.
Postmodernism is a rejection of the narrative. An exchange of consistency and meta-narrative of truth for inconsistency and truths.
Our current culture of Crap is inconsistency. It is ideals and concepts colliding with the narratives of our lives.
Crap is FearCrap in the modern world is pervasive. While one could previously ignore the threat of Crap and the challenge to self, it is most certainly a more difficult task.
All that is left is to summon the spectres of a fictional nostalgic bygone era of Less Crap.
The Beauty of CrapCrap, given enough time, builds gravity, and in turn, attracts more Crap. There is inertia there. Momentum. The walls of Crap form coral Crap reefs to harbour a diversity of living Crap.
Over time, these Crap reefs can produce such a magnitude of Crap that the Crap ceases to be the Other. Perhaps the Crap trickles over via a viral Tweet . Or shared amongst minds that have been pushed out to the periphery. The recontextualisation of this Crap becomes inevitable.
Crap becomes pertinent. Meaningful. Ultimately important.
So perhaps it is time to call the Curators out for what they are; hegemonists in pursuit of the status quo. They are the Curators of a museum that, whether willing and conscious or not, seeks to extend the privilege of the past.
The supporters of Curators are nothing more than some Stolkholm Syndrome captive of a grande Milgram Experiment gone awry.
Crap is symptomatic of a flourishing ecosystem.
 There is another side that can yield challenging, and potentially culturally destructive forces, but that is likely another topic that crosses into the defense of liberties in the face of adversity.