While no one—and I mean no one—will sympathize with me, it’s tough being a critic. The smaller the arena, the harder it is to tell the truth. Why? Well, because essentially no one wants to hear it.

Oh everybody wants to hear the good news. They insist on teasing out the positive soundbites, the lines that can be pulled out and used for advertising purposes. Or to put on their Facebook site. Or to tear out of the paper and carry around in their wallets for the rest of their lives.

Yes, everybody thanks me when I provide feedback that supports their claims to be great at what they do. That’s when people are glad they can point out that someone whose opinion is respected has just praised them.

That’s what words of praise are: rewards for work well done.

So it only undermines genuine praise if I confer words of praise on work that is not well done. Right? (There’s an entire sidebar on “self-esteem issues,” and “political correctitude” that has yet to be crafted. But it’s in the works.)

If one follows the logic of praise for fine work, then it means that there will often be no words of praise, no words at all sometimes, for less than fine work.

In a small town, woe betide the critic who actually points out that the emperor has no clothes. And for you in the Selfie Generation, that phrase—”the emperor has no clothes”—is the punchline of an old fairytale anecdote about the reluctance of anyone (except an innocent, pre-politicized kid who doesn’t know any better) to tell the truth. to be continued. . .