All of the agreed-upon pariahs throughout pop-culture history put their identities into the thing we decry. And yet we derive our own identities from the act of hating. We connect on the things we are disappointed in. Some may argue that nothing in history gathers a crowd like complaining about Lady Gaga's meat dress.
I'd hate wearing suits every day.
Yoko Ono never deserved any of the hate she got. Paul McCartney and John Lennon weren't getting along.
