My Days of Not Taking Adam Baldwin Seriously Are Certainly Coming to a Middle (A ‘Firefly’ Fan’s Dilemma)

My Days of Not Taking Adam Baldwin Seriously Are Certainly Coming to a Middle (A ‘Firefly’ Fan’s Dilemma)

Is it really possible to separate the art from the artist?

No, this isn’t another piece about Woody Allen and a 20-year-old case of alleged sexual abuse. It’s about a question that rarely arises given the lack of quality art that’s traditionally come from a certain end of the political spectrum. That question: What do you do when someone who’s done work you happen to love is, in his every day life, a reactionary paleoconservative asshole? This normally isn’t an issue since I’m already not inclined to give much of a crap about country music, ventriloquism, or Chuck Norris movies, and most other conservative actors and artists are like actors and artists of other political persuasions — namely, they keep their views largely to themselves and don’t rant about them or antagonize their various cultural boogeymen on social media. But I’m faced with this problem now, and I’m betting that a lot of other Whedonites just like me are as well.

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