She's Eclectic

I have made peace with my ambivalence about Michael Jackson. In my opinion it's OK to absolutely love someone's art and the imagination and emotion behind it, while being disturbed and repelled by the behavior of the human who brought it forth. Somebody who does great things while possessing deep flaws, we call them a "tortured soul." I don't think his soul was tortured. I think it shone through, pure and exquisite, in his creative output. Everything else is the shit that often happens when stuck in a body, in a family, on planet Earth. Doesn't excuse it. But also doesn't negate the reality of the beauty that exists alongside it.