Jeezus.
After my somehow successful(?) attempt at quitting kpop, one night reminiscing on YouTube with skim led me to become updated as a Wonderful and a Blackjack.
Shit.
First of all, everything about the current Wonder Girls situation makes me sad. Sohee gone. Will-they-won't-they officially disband (although, given the history of kpop groups - they will prob never disband). Sunye living the life she's dreamed of (she's been in the spotlight since she was 11. and always as an angel. what). Ye-eun/ha:tfelt's solo album = girl, why you make me even more sad.
I also (of course) watched all of my old2NE1 Park Bom favorites. Everything was the usual sad+happy=sappy, until I found out about this "dissing" shit.
Okay. I already knew about the situation with Bom and the drugs and the confusion and the tears and the silence.
What I didn't need to know is everyone else's opinions on the matter. (I NEED TO STOP FUCKING READING COMMENT SECTIONS - EXCEPT FOR THE NO LAUGHING SUBR). As someone who is, you-know, an adult, I have to say this. The law is tricky. Emotions are tricky. This is why it takes years of studying and working to become an expert in the field. Even now, there are gray areas in both matters. Just because you have an opinion that you (and maybe some of your friends) think makes sense, does not guarantee that others will agree or that it even is right in the eyes of the law. You know, the laws decided by a governing body that the people elected to make important decisions. Now, my understanding of law/gov/pol/psych/pharm is obviously limited, but I do know that saying somebody "didn't kill or hurt anyone" doesn't make them innocent of all accusations (you know the old tomato potato) AND being famous is a fucking tricky mess. As the audience, we can't really tell who's doing what for what kinds of attention - we can only guess.
Few reminders: take a breath, and keep things simple.
You know Bom's my girl. Always will be. As much as I want to be reasonable adult whose utterly vast span of worldly knowledge is sooooooooooooo infinite, the truth is that hearing someone talk shit about someone whose voice and persona I feel that I know intimately makes me sad. It makes me want to lash out with insults that don't watch the injury. But that's just being as poisonous as the fat-flat-faced-cat girl from high school (my god, how can someone be so hurtful from such an early age. Purely rhetorical. Please do not attempt to answer that). Let me just have one go at this because I JUST FOUND OUT ALL OF THIS LESS THAN HALF AN HOUR AGO, SO IT'S NOT "OLD NEWS" TO ME.
Bitch. I get that rap is usually not about feeling good and making compliments towards fellow rappers. Here's what I don't get. Why the fuck would you let your company speak out for you to say that the apology previously assumed to be released by you was a fake. You just want to make sure people know that you're not afraid of the big, bad, anonymous, Internet public that determines your career as a teenage pop singer? Ooh, tough guy. Not afraid of kicking someone while they're down - yeah, that'll show them. Those big, dumb successful targets sitting at the top, where you'll never be after a dumbass fiasco like this. I was going to write something like "I hope that this lesson changes you to be a better blahblahblah," but instead I'm going to write this. I hope that everyone who you trust, love, and respect (and those who would have if all this shit didn't happen) are disappointed in you and your actions and that you understand that what you have done is permanent. So their disappointment in you might be lessened, but never forgotten. If you ever talk shit like this again, I will put my foot so far down your throat you'll be shitting my shoe. Ya cunt.
Done.
Also, I am intensely, emotionally vulnerable these days, so EVERYONE JUST LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE.
I just want Bommie to be okay and come back to a place of love and support. Or at least, a place of cool politeness and mild interest. Forget the haters, Make things right. And lmk what you are on girl, because I obviously need sum o dat.
After my somehow successful(?) attempt at quitting kpop, one night reminiscing on YouTube with skim led me to become updated as a Wonderful and a Blackjack.
Shit.
First of all, everything about the current Wonder Girls situation makes me sad. Sohee gone. Will-they-won't-they officially disband (although, given the history of kpop groups - they will prob never disband). Sunye living the life she's dreamed of (she's been in the spotlight since she was 11. and always as an angel. what). Ye-eun/ha:tfelt's solo album = girl, why you make me even more sad.
I also (of course) watched all of my old
Okay. I already knew about the situation with Bom and the drugs and the confusion and the tears and the silence.
What I didn't need to know is everyone else's opinions on the matter. (I NEED TO STOP FUCKING READING COMMENT SECTIONS - EXCEPT FOR THE NO LAUGHING SUBR). As someone who is, you-know, an adult, I have to say this. The law is tricky. Emotions are tricky. This is why it takes years of studying and working to become an expert in the field. Even now, there are gray areas in both matters. Just because you have an opinion that you (and maybe some of your friends) think makes sense, does not guarantee that others will agree or that it even is right in the eyes of the law. You know, the laws decided by a governing body that the people elected to make important decisions. Now, my understanding of law/gov/pol/psych/pharm is obviously limited, but I do know that saying somebody "didn't kill or hurt anyone" doesn't make them innocent of all accusations (you know the old tomato potato) AND being famous is a fucking tricky mess. As the audience, we can't really tell who's doing what for what kinds of attention - we can only guess.
Few reminders: take a breath, and keep things simple.
You know Bom's my girl. Always will be. As much as I want to be reasonable adult whose utterly vast span of worldly knowledge is sooooooooooooo infinite, the truth is that hearing someone talk shit about someone whose voice and persona I feel that I know intimately makes me sad. It makes me want to lash out with insults that don't watch the injury. But that's just being as poisonous as the fat-flat-faced-cat girl from high school (my god, how can someone be so hurtful from such an early age. Purely rhetorical. Please do not attempt to answer that). Let me just have one go at this because I JUST FOUND OUT ALL OF THIS LESS THAN HALF AN HOUR AGO, SO IT'S NOT "OLD NEWS" TO ME.
Bitch. I get that rap is usually not about feeling good and making compliments towards fellow rappers. Here's what I don't get. Why the fuck would you let your company speak out for you to say that the apology previously assumed to be released by you was a fake. You just want to make sure people know that you're not afraid of the big, bad, anonymous, Internet public that determines your career as a teenage pop singer? Ooh, tough guy. Not afraid of kicking someone while they're down - yeah, that'll show them. Those big, dumb successful targets sitting at the top, where you'll never be after a dumbass fiasco like this. I was going to write something like "I hope that this lesson changes you to be a better blahblahblah," but instead I'm going to write this. I hope that everyone who you trust, love, and respect (and those who would have if all this shit didn't happen) are disappointed in you and your actions and that you understand that what you have done is permanent. So their disappointment in you might be lessened, but never forgotten. If you ever talk shit like this again, I will put my foot so far down your throat you'll be shitting my shoe. Ya cunt.
Done.
Also, I am intensely, emotionally vulnerable these days, so EVERYONE JUST LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE.
I just want Bommie to be okay and come back to a place of love and support. Or at least, a place of cool politeness and mild interest. Forget the haters, Make things right. And lmk what you are on girl, because I obviously need sum o dat.
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