being an audience member privy to the situation (you know the one) just feels so…odd?
ok just hear me out on this metaphor
its like if you frequented this ice cream store and always got strawberry ice cream only to later be informed that the strawberries used in the ice cream were grown from corpses.
you didnt participate in the crime of course so you shouldn’t feel guilty. you ate the ice cream because it tasted good and why wouldnt you—you didnt know any better. but how are you supposed to feel?
even though youre innocent you still spent time with this thing and ingested it (sorry for the gross analogy but hopefully you get the idea?)
whether you were having the ice cream every day or only once every other week, whether you were a die hard fan or a casual enjoyer—it still got in youre system, and you still associated yourself with it to a degree
now hearing the truth, you cant get back the time you spent—you can’t un-digest the ice cream—so youre left feeling just kind of peculiar with this new awareness
sure, moving forward you can support the FBI and the families of the dead people used to fertilize the strawberries, but theres a discomfort with ice cream or strawberries as a concept that might linger afterward.
should you never eat ice cream again? no
should you be suspicious of all strawberries moving forward? maybe
but you know deep down it wasnt about the food you ate, it was about the deceit of being told the product was normal and ethical.
ok ill wind down from the metaphor.
i dont really idolize public figures, but i can form personal connections with the art they create. i guess it can just be an odd process to detach those connections from the person themselves entirely.
like i wasnt eating murder ice cream, i was engaging with what i thought was a wholesome and decent product—even if in the end it was revealed to have been murder ice cream all along.
does that make sense? lmao im a little crazy but like it makes sense i swear
do your research. on people, and ice cream.
