After World War II, architecture had evolved into veneration of the “cutting edge” also in art, often distinct from popular culture. But architecture always had the pull of decoration, the connection to history, and a vernacular expression that embraced local culture. In this world of midcentury modernism, history and decoration were for uneducated design, and not for serious, awarded, taught, and published architecture. Then something changed: Post Modernism happened.  No one wanted to be called a communist in the 1950s, and no architect wants to be labeled a Postmodernist in the 21st century. After World War II, architecture had a norm, a fundamental canon: modernism. Some architects rejected the modernist straitjacket and aggressively used style, intense color, and cartoonish exaggeration. Ultimately this heresy had all the appeal of the cousin at Thanksgiving dinner raging at the politics that no one wanted to talk about.