Camp wasn't an aesthetic category—it was a form of survival.
Queer communities used it to signify to each other in coded language, to mock the straight world's pretensions while staying invisible to it, to claim dignity in spaces where dignity was actively denied. The moment it stopped being coded and became a visible style choice, something fundamental shifted.
John Waters spent fifty years making films that were supposed to repel you. His work was successful not despite being offensive but because the offense was the point—he was trying to expose the mainstream's hypocrisy, its fragility, its dependence on policing the boundaries of what counted as taste.
Ryan Murphy took the visual vocabulary of camp and turned it into a delivery mechanism for prestige television. American Horror Story, Feud, The Politician—these shows are designed to make educated viewers feel clever for recognizing the camp references, for understanding the irony. They flatter the audience's taste even while ostensibly mocking bad taste. This is not transgression.
The real divide isn't about bad reviews or whether camp belongs on television. It's about whether camp should have ever been safe enough to belong there at all.
When Murphy brought camp to network television and streaming platforms, he made the offense optional—the viewer can enjoy the show as genuine camp or as sincere prestige drama. Both readings are welcomed. This is what happens when an aesthetic born from exclusion and survival gets permission to sit at the table.