It's getting harder and harder to separate Taiwan's museums from their gift shops. Every aspect is calculated to bring in the moolah--famous-artist exhibitions are marketed like designer brands.
Plus these people are totally in bed with China. I remember the Tibetan Buddhism exhibition, whose plaques were scripted by the several Chinese museums who sent them stuff, and somehow neglected to mention how they had acquired these artifacts, or why several of them (like its centerpiece, a large wooden Yamantaka) suffered recent damage. The volunteers were drilled in how to tell people what everything meant--they learned some stories to tell--but none of them seem to have ever met a Tibetan Buddhist. (Imagine putting on a show like that featuring ritual objects from the Vatican.)
What was the latest one--the Kangxi Emperor and Louis XIV? More Chinese brown-nosing. And those crowds! The organizers treat visitors like cattle. At the Van Gogh exhibition (different museum, I know) they had them stuffed in there, and volunteers with bullhorns telling everybody to move along, please. A more typical situation is where the exhibits are hidden behind dogpiles of schoolgirls snapping photos of it, and each other, or swarms of auditors following museum guides. And those telephone tour-guide things! Those are even worse. Now everybody walks around like zombies, and takes three times longer than before.
One of these days, I may do something drastic--like start a museum of my own, devoted to my backside.
[I can't resist pasting this brilliant post by Bryan Davis, from dharmawheel.net)
Here is how I introduced [Buddhism to] my grandmother when she saw a chenrezig pendant hanging in my car:
Grandmother: Is that Buddha? Are you some kine of Buddhist? (in a sarcastic aggressive tone)
Me: No, it's a Chinese Jesus. (anything with Asian flair to her was chinese)
Grandmother: (tone now changed to happy and excited) Really? I did'nt know chinese had jesus?