Art school is a clusterfuck of pretentious, coffee-sipping, Indiefuckhipsters who failed freshman Algebra. Their mothers pay for their "education" unaware of the fact that 99% of art school graduates, devoid of any useful real-world skills, find themselves painting faces for minimum wage at Six Flags, until the horror of a failed life makes the knives sharper and the prospect of self-ruin far more appealing. Art school presents the opportunity to learn certain skills which are, as one might imagine, incredibly useful over the course of one’s life, such as the proper method for shooting turpentine, how much weed one can smoke in a single afternoon, and how to properly construct a fursuit.
