It losing to Adele's 25 (a nice and decent and popular album from a nice and decent and popular woman) was a message that our best doesn't matter here
It was brilliant. It was ethereal. It was heroic. It was bold. And it was Black as fuck.
Wondering why an artist would want an award is like wondering why a bear would want salmon.
We continue to watch, talk, and write about them -- hoping with each year that they might suck a bit less -- but the slow burn of shitty continues.