There’s something deeply depressing about the way black people all over the world produce the dopest artifacts and collectibles in the culture, only to make them disposable like a wet wipe.

For the past few weeks, the so-called “Epstein Files” have dominated headlines and timelines. It’s the number one trending topic across media platforms. Regardless, this being the number 1 trending topic in media and entertainment, the fact is that nobody is really being held accountable.

Pitchfork reviews music the same way narcissistic parents name their kids: with zero soul and way too much performance. These dimwits don’t review music. They chase moments. They are like a thirst-trapping influencer refreshing her notifications. They’re the escorts of music criticism: pay them enough, and suddenly your project is “important,” “genre-pushing,” and “redefining the conversation.”