There are many creators whose work I enjoy. Musicians, artists, actors, writers, bloggers, vloggers, even game designers. All of them have something that they believe in, talk about, or advocate for that I don’t agree with.
The same is true for my coworkers, neighbors, and dearest friends.
I’ve never met someone whose opinions on all things overlapped mine 100%. I’ve also never found it to be a reason to dismiss the friendship, the working relationship, or the art.
Sure, there’s an outer limit. No matter how much I like someone’s music, I won’t listen to it if the singer advocates for genocide – even if such views don’t make it into the music itself. But views that extreme are (thankfully) rare, despite the hysterics of those who like to claim otherwise.
All humans are tribal, and we can’t completely shake that instinct. But I try very hard not to limit the world I experience to solely people who fall into the category of “my tribe,” defined in ever more restrictive terms. That seems like a sad life.
The Opportunity Machine 