Andrew W.K. on the cover of his 2001 album I Get Wet.

If you have a passing familiarity with rocker philosopher Andrew W.K., this is probably what you see: A guy with long hair in a uniform of scrubby white jeans who has a penchant for puking and bleeding regularly. If you're into the deeper W.K. cuts, you'll know that his appearance belies a quest to spread his message of relentless existential positivity (a.k.a PARTYING) far and wide. Last week, though, W.K. surprised many with the announcement that the State Department was sending him to Bahrain as a cultural ambassador.

One problem: The State Department claimed otherwise (as reported here by MoJo's Asawin Suebseang). And while W.K. now says US officials cancelled on him last minute, that doesn't mean he's ready to quit. We caught up this past week with W.K., who insists he's still looking to get to Bahrain on his own—and isn't taking the State Department's snub too personally.

Mother Jones: What would your Bahraini itinerary have looked like if the trip weren't called off?

Chris Brown, looking ready for a foot-in-the-mouth.

R&B pop star and convicted felon Chris Brown is no longer MIA on Twitter. In case you missed last weekend's lurid social media drama, it kicked off with Brown posting a picture of himself and tweeting, "I look old as fuck! I'm only 23." To which comedy writer Jenny Johnson (who describes herself in her Twitter profile as "Writer, wife, asshole and owner of 2 dogs") tweeted back, "I know! Being a worthless piece of shit can really age a person."

Thus began the crossfire, with Brown boasting of the various graphic sexual and scatalogical acts he would impose on his antagonist "hoe," and Johnson, who'd been baiting him on Twitter for a while, jabbing back with a sense of humor that made Brown look like even more of an asshole. The singer eventually took himself out of the game by deactivating his Twitter account, whereupon Johnson received death threats from Breezy fans. Six days later, Brown's Twitter account reappeared with all his old tweets obliterated.

At first, Brown's absence seemed to indicate that Johnson had won the duel. I had intended to write about how the episode was an exception to the rule—the rule that says misogynistic pop stars can get away with treating women horribly because we're willing to look the other way when celebrities do bad things. But now I wonder if it's not just going to end up in the archives as yet another case of, "Oh, there goes Chris Brown being Chris Brown." 

It's not just that the music industry has cheerfully supported Brown throughout his probation for felony assault on singer Rihanna, his former (or possibly-on-again?) girlfriend. I'm also talking about how things like this get shrugged off by music critics, or play out in conversations over hoppy beer with progressive, liberal arts types. The conversation usually goes something like:

"Have you heard so and so's new album? He's a genius."

"Yeah, but he's a terrible human being."

"Does that matter?"

My gripe isn't just that Brown got off with zero jail time after pleading guilty to violently assaulting his girlfriend. It's that we have a habit of endorsing, defending, and even rewarding artists (and athletes and radio hosts and movie stars) who display harmful behavior toward women, occasionally express a little remorse, and then go on reinforcing their destructive messages.

Remember Tyler, the Creator, the "art rap" guy who used to spit about gory rape fantasies? It was bad enough that music writers at one point were wiping drool off their keyboards over the dude; but it was actually being a thoughtless shock-jock that landed him his own TV show—much like Glenn Beck. Then there's old-school Oakland rapper Too $hort, who in February offered "fatherly advice" in an XXL magazine video to boys on how to pressure middle school girls into sex. Last Tuesday, Pitchfork rated Too $hort's new album a glowing 7.8, writing, "Nothing keeps you young like a persistent hard-on and a filthy sense of humor." The piece neglected to mention the rapper's struggle with comedy and paternal instincts earlier this year.