Toxic Masculinity vs Death of the Author

 Evil Kermit meme. "But he beat up rihannah!" "Shhhh keep dancing" #OM101 Offended Millennial

I am a feminist. 

I am also a fan of and seek inspiration from the following artists and public figures:

Louis C.K., Bill Maher, Howard Stern, Kanye West, Snoop Dogg, John Mayer, Ike Turner, The Weeknd, Michael Jackson, Salman Rushdie, Kevin Spacey, Chris Brown ... and so many more men who have raped, sexually assaulted, and otherwise demoralized women and children in their personal lives. (THAT I KNOW OF, of course. This doesn't count all the unreported cases yet to be leaked)

Why? As controversial as it is, I cannot help but judge art as a standalone entity, regardless of the asshole who made it.

I cannot help but believe in the death of the author. 

Do I condone their actions? No, of course not. I condemn them wholeheartedly. And I am in no way their apologist. 

But I can't stop myself from liking good art and good comedy just because I hate the sins that the artists committed. I can't stop thinking that the The Trilogy is an amazing album and being grateful for its haunting beauty that got me through the rough times during my senior year of college. 

People are complex creatures. I cannot automatically stop appreciating the art of artists who have done fucked up shit in their lives. Because art and comedy takes on its own life once released into the public by its creator. It's not the art's fault that its creator is a shitty person.

I appreciate if you don't agree with me. And I am fully aware of my own cognitive dissonance.

TL,DR: I know I'm not the only one who found it sickening when Snoop Dogg walked the VMA red carpet in 2003 holding women in leashes. But god damn if I don't sing along every time one of his songs comes on the radio.

When do you sing along? When do you change the channel?