Everybody knows that Billy Corgan is an asshole. Only assholes name their band something like Smashing Pumpkins. Only assholes smash pumpkins.
But when he wears silver pants and closes his eyes and yells like a madman, I like him. I like him a lot.
He has normal-person teeth. He’s bald. He gains weight and loses weight. Sometimes he sounds like a hippy and sometimes he sounds like thunder rattling windows.
He’s like a lot people we know. A relatable asshole. Like an obnoxious uncle who smokes too much.
And assholes who sing about butterflies and cherubs and melancholy are okay to hang out with every once in a while. Maybe at birthday parties. Maybe at an IHOP after working late on a Wednesday night.