Employment prospects are bright if you are a lurching, slithering, hag-haired, sharp-taloned, shrieking monster type of fellow. You can always find work in German Christmas tales.
You can fail at some things in the early going — take spelling bees and the high jump — and then go about your business. The SAT, not so much, not so much at all. It takes all day to fail.
The arts are in a slump. What they need are sassy cheerleaders, bawling beer vendors, fist fights in the cheap seats, and trash-talking press conferences.