Athalia
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My reaction was the same. I don't know which I mourn more.. Cosby's fall from grace or my own loss if innocence, and the transformation of the girl who loved his work into the woman who can no longer see it with those same innocent eyes.My father would buy me LPs of Bill Cosby's comedy, because he was good wholesome fun, and his early stuff is brilliant. I grew up on his stories of Old Weird Harold and Fat Albert and growing up in Philly. I could recite entire bits from memory. Noah! How long can you tread water? He was Cliff Huckstable, America's dad. I loved his work and what I thought he stood for.
The day I realized he was a fucking rapist, my heart broke. I still love his comedy, but it's hard to listen to now. It comes up on my Pandora comedy station and I try to enjoy it for what it is. But it's so, so hard.
It's kinda meh, compared to a masterpiece like this!
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A lot of people like anything representational, no matter how dull or amateurish.
I don't know if you meant it ironically, but I find this picture far more interesting than Hitler's castle. That would could have been a painting of a castle or the painting of a model of the castle. Both would have the same play of light on it, and the same pretty clouds in the background. But there's really nothing of the solidity or the majesty of the castle.
On the other hand, I can hear music when I see the second picture. It's like the interplay between to jazz musicians, with your attention darting from one side to the other. It's dynamic, it pops. It invites interaction.
We live in a world of consequences. Some people enjoy a Chick Fil-A dinner, and some even embrace the fact that devoted Christians run it, and observe the Sabbath and feed the hungry. Others are appalled at the fact that these same Christian owners financially supported a group that sent a bunch of lawyers to Africa for the purpose of helping draft laws that make homosexuality a capital crime. At some point, it becomes more than an issue of flavor.
As somebody pointed out earlier, those people who were putting up statues of Confederate generals weren't as interested in the glorious history of the Confederate South as they were for perpetuating racism in the face of the emerging struggle against Jim Crow laws and discriminatory practices in education and voting. They were trying to enshrine a myth rather than a history, since the function of myth is to educate a culture in its traditions.
We want purity in our art, the way we want apples without blemish and picnics without rain. But artists are more cantankerous than that, and insist on being human with human blindness and frailty and hatred. We accept that, and acknowledge the virtue of that art without conflating it with the sins of its creators.