have you considered that the problem here is simply that you don't like fun?

utterly god-given technical ability, squandered on the stupidest shit imaginable. it is the essence of camp

people getting mad at him for not saying anything important are missing the most important and loudest thing he says, which is the sheer joy of play for its own sake

people love to assume Stan is the stan-dard of his discography rather than a psychological self-harm rant he did in a drugged out haze because he read some reviews of his album that made him feel bad

becoming a real Eminem Enjoyer is when you realise Square Dance is a better Eminem song than Stan is

and once you make that flip everything else is opened up for you

unrelated but sorry for grousing 'bout that podcast in your mentions - i just never expected to be reminded of it, again, and couldn't help but feel the distaste rise in the throat again as the memory of listening to it resurfaced

but also thank you for being so wholly about this eminem bullshit, it's delightful and weirdly liberating to watch

liberating? that's my only dream tbh

like I was so scared when the hyperfixation kicked in because I was genuinely scared the homophobia would make people think I was evil!

the most liberating part of it for me has been the fact that it's been a crash course on the whole Problematic Fave debate which turns out to have the answer "you CAN take responsibility for your own morals instead of anxiously worrying about interpersonal judgement"

lmao yes

but i mean - that's always been my stance on the issue but it's one thing to believe it and another thing entirely to really see someone else figuring it out and reaffirming it in real time

yeah, like I can literally say that The Marshall Mathers LP changed my life because of this

I can pinpoint WHERE I WAS and which song I was listening to where I actually had this epiphany which I'm ashamed I needed

if asked, I would have told you what I believe now. like, I thought I believed that. but Criminal showed me I didn't. and then made me actually believe it for real.

I could suddenly see the separation between my own emotions and what I thought I was supposed to feel to avoid judgement. I hope to keep that distinction clear

it was, honestly, helpful, because i'd been losing myself (ahem) in a tailspin of forgetting where the line was internally for a bit and suffering the attendant neuroses about whether i had thoughts at all or not and seeing you going through this reminded me of first principles enough to rudder myself in the waves

that's comforting to hear honestly

speaking for myself, the thing about epiphanies is that you knew them all along, just needed to be reminded

I hadn't even realised how much Twitter bullshit had got into me until I got obsessed with an unfashionable rapper who makes jokes about shit I would get banned for posting even on Plurk