Would you accept a compliment about your hair, from a stylist with horrible hair? If a mechanic said your car was junk, would you take them serious if their own car didn’t run (Steve Buscemi excluded)?
How about an award for the best of the Web, from a company that has a horrible website? A website with 58 validation errors, one that uses XHTML code sometimes but calls out HTML? Built in dreamweaver, broken in a few browsers, scrubbed together with code that hasn’t been in use since the late 90′s and dripping with empty table tags?
I know we’re in the generation of singular experts, built on 6 months of training and pronounced as soon as you can plop a blog on the internet, but it breaks the heart to see junk defining what is good and what is bad. I imagine all art takes this route over time, as trends move in and out of fashion, but have the merit to bury it; don’t flaunt it.
