See, in my book Fine Arts majors are creating something. An English Lit major makes themselves off of their analysis and critique and breaking down of other people's works. It's vaguely constructive, but only through deconstruction, by peeling away the layers of creation to find the squishy bits under them.

[And here he is, getting a bit too into the talk.]

No, there isn't. I don't mind it, except when people are assholes. Which is far too often sadly.