I have no need to defend my taste in music (nor my taste in any kind of art) to anyone. Following the same logic, no one else needs to defend their taste in music. I like the music I like because I like the way it makes me feel (or for whatever arbitrary reason I like it) and that's the only thing that matters. Fuck you if you don't approve of my musical taste.
It's like all the music I listen to are guilty pleasures. I really don't care one way or another if you approve, I enjoy it so suck my cack and call me Sally.
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