“As baseball tries to figure out what to do with its degenerate superstar, Pete Rose, it ought to take a look at how art museums conduct business…

Museums make no moral judgment about their artists. Just imagine the personal lives of the artists who are represented at museums. We know Jackson Pollock was a drunk. We know Picasso had no regard for women artists, and he said women were either “goddesses or doormats.” Heck, if you believe Patricia Cornwell’s recent book, museum-worthy artist Walter Sickert was Jack the Ripper.

But museums know they shouldn’t be presenting the artists as good people, only their work as beautiful or important.”