In going over the list of nominees this morning, and trying to find things to poke fun at or be positively outraged over, I'm sort of coming up empty. I suppose I'm on board with the general claim that Beyoncé's 4 was robbed, but I also can't find the strength to get too angry about it: despite containing some of her most likable work ever, I felt like the record itself was overshadowed by her pregnancy, at least in terms of what people were most likely talking about when they were talking about Beyoncé this year. It's not right, but… I don't know. Expecting the Grammys to be "right" is something we were supposed to have stopped doing a long, long time ago, back when we decided to be smart and define ourselves, for better or worse, in opposition to all this silliness. Remember that? It's still totally ok to do that!
But. But! A reminder: If you decide to maintain your anti-Grammys stance, you're not allowed to walk around all proud that one of your people got a nod of approval from whoever the fuck it is that votes on these things. It didn't mean anything that Justin Vernon didn't get nominated for the first Bon Iver record, For Emma, Forever Ago, just as it doesn't mean anything that he did get nominated for this last one. You're not allowed to bring it up in conversation with your parents, in hopes that they'll think you're less strange or more legitimately on the cutting edge or whatever, and you're sure as fuck not allowed to bring it up in conversation with your peers while, say, arguing about the best albums of the year while drinking at your local bar. As far as the music is concerned, as opposed to what it may or may not represent in terms of the changing tastes of the general public, it's a non-starter, just as you've always known it to be.