Oh, no. The Maryhill Museum of Art, "this state's best, most unheralded, monument to queerness"—with peacocks and Rodins and Stonehenge 2 and chess sets of the world and Romanian royal wardrobes—is doing something Normal: Expanding.

I guess I'm being a romantic, but I can't see how this makes Maryhill any cooler, because nothing could, and I fear it takes away.