The great thing about reading for aesthetic ideology is that you get to give mediocre crap by your friends a free pass. "You" is often one of your friends.

"This work demonstrates an allegiance to the principles by which I and my work live, therefore viva our team."

That's what I hate about poetry (what I'm trying to train myself out of).

UPDATE: I clearly hadn't had enough to eat when I wrote this cranky hypoglycemic post.

The myth of the free pass. How often I forget to leave hypothetical "other people" out of it.