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Bell Curve


You did actually try to curate someone. You’re serving five to ten.


You are one of three curators at a very small museum of southwestern art in New Mexico. Hardly anyone gets your “Where’s the O’Beeffe?” bumper sticker.


You are the sole curator at a decent-sized zoo in Virginia. You are over-worked, but you are also over-paid, so you are not complaining. Well, maybe a little.


You are one of several curators at a popular museum of architecture and design in Chicago. You do your best not to get any pizza sauce on the photographs.


You are the most tenured curator at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum in D.C. You get paid better than a pediatrician for your acumen and expertise in the field of aeronautics. So you never got to fly a plane yourself. You’ll get over it.