frazetta is a good test case for taste, or at least my taste--i loved him unironically when i was a kid, and then when i was in high school i was allergic to him, i was above him, then i started to love him ironically, and now i just love him, i love his earnest strangeness, and his wonder, and oddness, and the tits--the magnficent, omnipresent, hyperpowerful tits, they call it fantasy for a reason.