Most of us decry the Sodom and Gomorrah show in the entertainment industry, and we do so loudly. That doesn’t stop us from consuming media from people who’ve said and done morally objectionable things, sometimes in the extreme.
From the work of Michael Jackson to the filmography of Kevin Spacey, it’s difficult to write off large parts of our shared cultural experience over the past half-century and pretend it just didn’t happen.
There are exceptions — I don’t know anyone who can look back on the work of Bill Cosby and Louis C.K. and compartmentalize — but what do you do when you realize John Lennon was a violent spousal abuser? Pretend “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” didn’t happen? When you realize “Pulp Fiction” wouldn’t have made it to the screen without Harvey Weinstein, do you discard the movie (and Quentin Tarantino’s work) because of it?
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