That's true, but the converse is that it's easy for many of the people buying their velvet Jesus' and Thomas Kinkade paintings to ignore the Van Gogh's and Picassos (well, ok, these are hard to miss, but insert your favorite "serious", "great" painters here).

And fans of whatever the scifi equivalent is of the trashiest of romance novels might never get to seriously give Ursula Le Guin a chance.

I think that's a pity.

People are getting balkanized and locked in to their favorite echo chambers. In one sense its good, because you're not getting your tastes and preferences dictated to from the ivory tower by some gatekeeper elites, but on the other hand I think a lot of people are missing out on discovering some amazing art, music, and literature because they're so enclosed in their little bubble from which many never dare to or even think of escaping.