A week or so ago, it was reported that Edvard Munch’s The Scream sold for … are you sitting down? $120,000,000. I don’t know what’s worse. Someone paying $120 mil for a painting, or parents who name their kid Edvard. Edvard? Not Edward? Morons.
$120 million? You have to be one big
dumbass art collector to fork out that kind of money for a painting. That completely validates my inherent dislike for people who buy this crap. If I had $120 million, you can bet that daddy would be doing a lot more than staring at a stupid painting. And don’t give me any of that “money can’t buy happiness” crap. It may not buy happiness, but it will damn sure rent it for a couple of hours.
And by the way… I’d rather own either of these two paintings than good ole Edvard’s: