Yeah. I've basically been spending the past two weeks alternating between trying to reserve my judgement in light of the current lack of concrete information, mentally raging at Till for causing all of this regardless of whether the drink-spiking allegations are true, (seriously, you've been making the kind of music you make for three goddamn decades and never had any serious allegations in this vein before, COME THE FUCK ON) and trying to reason myself into "well, maybe it's not quite as bad as it looks?" So I've been feeling mentally like I've been on the world's worst roller coaster for two weeks straight, and I fucking hate roller coasters to begin with.

I'm determined not to be That Guy if any kind of concrete proof comes out, which in turn makes me feel vaguely guilty about even wanting it to not be true because how dare I want a narrative of women falsely accusing famous guys of rapey behavior to be reinforced because I can't take the thought of my poor little meow meow actually being awful, and... god dammit. I'm legitimately glad there's at least an official investigation happening right now, (and even gladder that in light of that the creepy backstage parties that kicked off this whole thing have been canceled for the foreseeable) and I'm still praying to god that it doesn't turn up anything horrific, but... like I say, I'm trying to reserve my judgement despite my absolute loathing of being kept in suspense about anything, especially anything as fucked-up as this that I have zero control over. Thank you for your sympathy, anyway. *hugs*