I hate to say it – and it’s sad that I even have to preface what I’m about to say this way – but I love R. Kelly’s music. Some of his songs remind me of pivotal moments in my life, especially from my formative teen years. His hits are infectious and almost challenge you not to get on the dance floor.
Then I read stories about him allegedly having sex with underage girls. I want to vomit in my mouth and feel deeply ashamed for loving his songs, even though, yes, everyone is innocent until proven guilty. The latest R. Kelly scandal is hard to ignore, especially one fan’s story of her brush with the sordid situation.