It’s Definitely You: Breaking Up with Cancelled Celebs

Breakups are the worst. It’s hard to move on when there are so many memories, so much love and money spent. But at some point, everything swept under the rug, the arguments avoided and the differences in core values became too much to ignore.

The worst is when exes try to come back, claiming they’ve changed and it’ll be different this time. 

My ex-favorite artist, Kanye West, now known as Ye, just did a long-overdue apology in the Wall Street Journal. While some would just go on their merry way and forgive him, I know deep down this is just another manipulation tactic to win me back because his finances are low and he has a new album to promote. 

“At least he apologized!” some will say.

But what if it’s not enough? 

He’s put me through too much. I’ve had to go through him ruining this blonde girl’s life and putting her in hiding, his bid to be president and the harassment of his ex-wife and her then-boyfriend.

Unfortunately, this is nowhere near the worst of it.

Is it bad sometimes I miss the parts when it was good? I mean, can you blame me? How can I forget February 2016 when he serenaded me with“The Life of Pablo.” I feel guilty admitting this, but sometimes, when it’s late at night, I still play “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” just to feel something. A time where everything was going to be okay, and I was living for the hope of it all.

Is it a crime to still silently root for him? My loved ones think so. 

What does this say about me? Does it mean I can’t completely move on and forget about him entirely? Does it mean I should’ve run away as fast as I could like he warned in 2010?

He’s not the same guy he was when I discovered him, and I know this, but because I was once his biggest fan, does that mean his ideologies reflect my beliefs? Am I a bigot? Of course not, right?

It’s hard to mourn someone who’s still alive. I’m seriously considering going to grief counseling.

My friend is going through the same thing. They just lost their longtime partner, Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty, also known as Nicki Minaj. 

Minaj became unrecognizable. Just downright hateful and mean, to a point where you could no longer justify it by saying she’s channeling one of her alter egos, Roman or Chun Li. 

My friend should’ve broken up with her a long time ago when she started attacking children, making fun of someone’s bullet wounds and defending sex offenders, but I know better than anyone what it’s like to still hold on to a version of someone from a decade ago. 

It’s hard to see how toxic the relationship is until it’s over. Putting on a brave face and being unwaveringly supportive, even though a sharp stake goes through the heart every time the fallen star tweets.

Believing they’d never do their apologists harm, until the artist is walking across the stage of a Turning Point USA rally in what can only be described as a blindside.

Some people handle their heartbreak silently. Others want vengeance, like getting everyone to sign a petition to uproot and deport their adversary.

After these breakups, the ones who suffered the whole relationship typically get the light back into their eyes and the perpetrators glow down in the most satisfying way possible — like having their music removed from streaming services or, better yet, serving a prison sentence. 

In the end, after this new adjustment to your life, you’ll realize you were much better off and leaving was the best decision you could’ve ever made. 

For instance, who would want to be a proud devotee of someone who’s the spawn of Satan and calls themself Puff Daddy? Imagine being a crusader for someone like that. Everyone would believe you’d happily accept an invitation to his parties — and more likely than not, their suspicions would be right.

These instances truly are heartbreaking, the loss coming with being a fan. It almost feels like you were a part of a parasocial relationship, and it was completely one-sided, and you never knew the person at all, and you were just some freak, but that can’t possibly be the case… right?