A postmodern way

Yesterday I went to see a thorough exhibition of Picasso's work at the MN CARS. Carlitos joined me and I realized how elitist we, the intellectuals, actually were. He didn't like the cubist and surrealist works and praised the paintings from the Parisian Rose period. I started to argue with him and, at the same time, I started to think what gave me the right to denounce his opinions? Why should we impose our personal, yet educated views on somebody? If somebody likes Velázquez and doesn't like Dora Maar au Chat, it's his right to do so.