All My Homies Love White Freckles, but They All Hate Ariel Pink

i wrote a thing about Ariel Pink. but it's more of a wrestling match with the cognitive dissonance that comes with enjoying music that's made by gross people. kinda a "separating the art from the artist" thing, kinda not. bound to inspire some negativity from some, but the goal is to explore this weird dynamic that happens between art and artist and fan in an open, cordial way.