It’s really sad when your childhood idol turns out to be a monster, at worst a you-know-what, or sometimes just a jerk.
Michael Jackson comes to mind, and even though I firmly believe he was innocent, I hate that I can never bring him up in a conversation or listen to his music around my friends since his name is practically synonymous with child molestation and they’ll get “Vietnam flashbacks” or whatever my fellow young whip’rsnap’rs call them. It’s a shame because in terms of influence and legacy he’s right up there with the Beatles, Frank Sinatra and Elvis.