Stress on realness leads to inverted snobbism, intellectual anti-intellectualism, the formation of apprenticeships, guild systems, new elites. Realness aligns with nationalism, xenophobia, and stress on roots, which all of us have, but none of us feel very close to any more. Realness is about earning status through pain. Fakeness, on the other hand, is mutable, plastic, electronic. You get to be who you want to be by playing.
Real people are proud alcoholics on Indian reservations.
Fake people are happy campers. The work of children, outsiders, the poor and the mad is always going to be inherently interesting for better reasons than the patronising mix of nostalgia, sublimated guilt and christian charity that seems to inform some people's attitudes. Outsiders are the bluesky research lab of the straight world. Outsider artists often make much more interesting work than many conformist and mealy-mouthed professional artists. Look at Henry Darger 's sexy, crazy, epic writings and drawings about troupes of beleagured hermaphroditic infants.