You know it’s a good morning when you wake up to Kanye West tweets and all of a sudden you’re #blessed. It’s not because I am a fan of the infamous hip hop artist, however. As I start my day, listening to my horrid indie music playlist, I scroll through Twitter and see the feud of a lifetime between rapper, Wiz Khalifa, and Kanye. Little did I know, it would escalate and all go downhill from there.
From fighting with Wiz Khalifa via the Internet to claiming Bill Cosby is innocent, Kanye couldn’t have been more relentless and chatty on Twitter the past few weeks. “Yeezy” fans took it upon themselves to either defend him or cry about life as a Kanye fan as they sulked and listened to West’s song “Famous,” in which he claimed himself as the reason for Taylor Swift’s fame and expressed the possibility of sleeping with her. His fans couldn’t seem to overcome the struggles of loving an artist who has no filter and would denigrate others to get more attention and traction for his newly released album The Life of Pablo. It may have been a tough week for Kanye fans, but life is even harder when you’re not a Kanye fan.
When Kanye stole the spotlight with his album release and his astounding amount of debt (who really cares about the election anyway?), the musician’s fans stood by him and definitely set the record straight about their favorite narcissistic rapper. Many Kanye followers even wrote articles and Facebook statuses about the woes of being a die-hard fan, and I couldn’t help but feel jealous that they took the opportunity to explain how hard it is to have bad taste and idolize an artist that has never heard the phrase “Bite your tongue.” I don’t know how I will ever let go of not saying, “Yeezus is the best thing that ever happened to the music industry. Even though he has made sexist and racist remarks, I don’t care what he says and I’m going to continue to support him.” Maybe one day I will be fortunate enough to listen to a musician who can’t find the will to press their lips together, keep offensive thoughts to themselves and off their records.
The saddest part is, I couldn’t even take Kanye’s side when he was in a petty argument with Wiz Khalifa. The moment he brought Amber Rose, or “a stripper,” as he calls her, into the playground brawl made me really regret passing up his Yeezus album in the iTunes store in 2013. Unfortunately, the last time I took a side in a musician boxing match was when Patrick Carney from the Black Keys tweeted that Jack White was trying to fight him at a bar. I rarely get to defend my band fan hoods based on what they say or do. Maybe my life wouldn’t be so hard if Ben Gibbard from Death Cab for Cutie was a misogynistic asshole; then I could understand the humiliation and guilt of worshipping a musician.
My displeasure of disliking Kanye and his persona is not only because I never find myself in the position to stand by a loquacious and righteous tweeter and commentator, I just simply can’t understand his twisted way of thinking or his methods of weaseling into the spotlight. While he tweets, “BILL COSBY IS INNOCENT,” referring to the allegations from about 50 women of sexual assault against Cosby, women have to clutch their drinks cautiously at parties and keep their eyes on the ground as a stranger says, “Hey baby,” as they pass by on the street. It really is a shame I can’t support Kanye and his devious ways to stir the pot and prove he is worse than we all thought.
Even though I will always discredit “Kanye is just being Kanye,” as a valid excuse for anything he says, I will remain positive that maybe one day I can allow musicians like him to get away with just about anything and still be revered like a god. Kanye has time and time again received credit for paving the way for talented hip hop artists and going where no one has gone before in music. While both are likely (considering his enormous following), it does not change the fact that the rapper reaches those places by creating art through the exploitation of race and women. It really is a shame many of us can’t jump on the Kanye bandwagon and support a man who makes a profit off anything he spits into the world.
By ALLISON KRIDLE / Interning Writer