The quality of a museum is not in its name or size according to New York City's Museum (yes, this museum is called just that). Built in an old elevator shaft in one of NYC's many alley ways, Museum is not just the smallest museum in the world it's also one of the strangest. The goal of the museum's founders is/was not to collect or showcase things that are already famous or significant, but instead to show stuff that represents what life is like right now - no matter how ordinary or insignificant. The idea is that something as simple as fake plastic puke or old potato chip bags can tell a lot about people. What do you think of this idea? Would people know what you were like if your bedroom was opened up to the public like a museum?