Everybody knows that Billy Corgan is an asshole. Only assholes name their band something like Smashing Pumpkins. Only assholes smash pumpkins.
But I have to admit that when he wears silver pants and closes his eyes and screams on stage, I like him. A lot. And he has normal-person teeth. And he’s bald. And he gains weight and loses weight. And sometimes he sounds like a hippy folksinger and sometimes he sounds like thunder rattling windows.
So he’s like a lot people we know. He’s a relatable asshole. Like an obnoxious uncle or inappropriate cousin.
And I have to admit that assholes that sing about butterflies and cherubs and melancholy are probably ok to hang out with every once in a while. Maybe at a New Year’s Eve party. Maybe at an IHOP after working late on a Wednesday night.