fuck fuck fuck Amanda Palmer.
Why can’t I have one strong, bisexual, body positive, hair positive, unapologetic feminist who isn’t a fucking piece of shit?
fuck her for being an ableist, transphobic piece of shit and tainting everything she’s done. Fuck her because I can’t love Melody Dean and I can’t love Half Jack and I can’t love Map of Tasmania and those are the most beautiful, formative songs of my life and my experience.
I guess I knew this before, but I wanted to ignore it.
You can still like whatever you want though. I don’t really know much about Amanda Palmer as a person or what this is referring to, but some celebrity being imperfect (or outwardly shitty, again, I have no fucking clue what Amanda Palmer did) doesn’t ruin their work, and it especially does not ruin any sort of time-bound, formative experience you had with a piece of music. Not saying that artists shouldn’t be responsible for what they say, or that art can ever be fully removed from its context in time and space, but like what you like. I listen to rap, almost exclusively, and there’s often problematic shit in the songs that I like. But I acknowledge it and move on. It’s so hard to find something artistic that fits everyone’s standards of decency and inclusion. You CAN acknowledge that an artist is problematic and still enjoy their music.
Again, not trying to defend a person I really don’t know much about anymore, but I don’t think you should feel bad for enjoying music or a musician that is imperfect. Call it out, discuss it, but unless she’s a serial rapist or a murderer or something, people CAN understand and rectify their shitty behavior.
You know how much I LOVE Drake, and he just threw a hissy fit because they pulled his Rolling Stone cover to feature Phillip Seymour Hoffman, a guy who died. Is this shitty of him? Totally. Do I still love him? Yes.