Truth has no peace.
I’ve been pretty annoyed all week. I know that there is an…interesting…climate in the world today. I know that many things have changed. Apparently, many people think that the truth is one of them.
I was gonna start my rant with a bunch of disclaimers – “I’m a true fan of…”, “Don’t get me wrong…I have loved blah, blah, since blah, blah”, but then I decided to hell with that. I don’t have to justify my purpose and I don’t have to quilt my view. I know what I know and making opposition where there is none is simply stupidity. And so…
Justin Timberlake made a genius of an album with Man of the Woods. If you have ever seen or been to a JT show, you know that he was as dynamic on the Super Bowl as ever. But there has been another presence surrounding him recently. I wish I could give it a name, but I don’t have one that would suit the devilishness of it. I typically don’t follow comments and such, but something has been off. An overwhelming majority of people are spitting fire at this man…..for what amounts to absolute insanity.
It seems that there has been no actual deduction of the fact that this is a true musician with Southern roots. On his album, he was as adept with a soul vibe as he was with country and even a little trap. I think I counted 8 genres. I don’t think I counted half as many curse words. It was a porridge for the soul; he sang to his son, he sang to his wife, he sang to himself. There. was. no. ratchet. None. His music was beyond mature; it was, well…clean. No talk about how hard he had to work to gain his wife’s trust back after he repeatedly cheated on her. Just how he wants the “Hard Stuff”. No talk about how you shouldn’t hide from your “authentic self” and just “love who you love”. Every track was undoubtedly authentic and covered in love. And as a dancer, he kept me gliding across the floor in my favorite socks.
Yet, with all the beauty of it, the only things that seem to matter are that he’s wearing a flannel shirt – and that must mean that he’s a Trump supporter and racist. OH YEAH — and don’t forget that he never apologized to, stood up for, jumped in front of a bullet for …… for the faux pax that happened with an outfit more suitable for a Barbie doll. Doesn’t matter that it happened over a decade ago or that nipples are all over Prime Time TV or that anyone who is a performer knows that wardrobe malfunctions are always a possibility.
But no, forget all that. Justin. Must. Go.
The most interesting…no, ridiculous…part of this whole thing is that in this world that daily jumps up and down on its couches and screams “LET ME BE WHO I AM!!!!!!!!”, the minute true and unashamed and unapologetic and unboxed truth shows up, that same world scurries to find a way to demonize, demolish, and destroy it.
It ain’t new….but it is starting to get really old.