I love an art museum: I always have! My mom likes to tell this story about when I was three and visiting the Art Institute of Chicago. Allegedly, I turned to her and said my life had changed forever after visiting that museum. I don’t remember saying that, but I do remember that going to museums was an absolute highlight of my childhood.

The hard thing about going to museums as an adult is that everybody has different expectations for what you’re going to do while you’re there. I am a loser who likes to read the information, look at everything slowly, and take it all in. I did not pay the $12 admission with help from my old college student ID to run through the museum like it’s the Boston Marathon. I do respect the choices of people who like to zoom through the museum, but I refuse to look at paintings at their shocking pace.