It’s easy peasy to be a critic

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So they’re chubby, ugly, and their mother dresses them funny, so what?

Who are we to judge?

They can’t dance, can’t cook, can’t spell. What does it matter?

I applaud the amateur, the wonky kid who dares to publish his poem, dares to attempt a novel, dares to consider himself…