The problem I have with this album is not of a musical nature and not even related to its packaging. While some may argue that this would then not belong here, it absolutely does to me. I find it remarkable that while Ms. Hegarty managed to criticise a lot of things in this album, the question of whether the cost of attempting to achieve a safe environment for everyone is bearable being an ancient one, I do not think that there is any criticism directed towards the very beatmaker on this album for his assumably profitable involvement with a certain Mr. West, whose blatant chauvinism has been rewarded not only financially through sales, artistically through a series of high album ratings, particularly by the medium who rated this album here rather highly too, and interpersonally through blind admiration and not least a relationship. That in itself may perhaps not leave you hopeless, but it may very well leave you thinking.

realyl very truly incredibly and profoundly insightful. have you considered writing a book, or perhaps reading one, like, for instance, Roland Barthes' Death of the Author, just a suggestion