There’s this weird expectation these days that if you are fortunate to make money doing something creative, you have to speak about it like it is a sacred heirloom. The writer can’t simply write. The painter can’t simply paint. The musician cannot simply make music. You apparently have to speak about it like it is a piece of your soul.

For some people, it is. For others, it’s just something they happen to be good at.

Vince Staples has a healthier view of work than many of the people criticizing him.

Irish author and political activist George Bernard Shaw's description of Hell is as accurate today as it was in the early twentieth century. “Hell, in short, is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.”