What. OK. Uh, fuck you, too, then.

Poptimism failed, not because of its commitment to social justice – which was a good thing – but because it had no material analysis. It cast pop stars as underdogs, outsiders, underestimated and dismissed by the Rockist Establishment, without pausing to recognize that they were vastly more powerful than any critic ever would be. […] It’s all the times when the music cracks open and something shining and huge and true falls out, some feeling too powerful for words alone. In those moments, music does what it was made for — it lets us put our own weird, unique, messy, unprecedented human hearts into each other’s hands, and proves that our oppressors, for all their power, cannot shut us up or limit who we are.

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