I'm fully aware that the title that I chose for this piece has self-respecting women everywhere collectively cringing at their computer screens, the moment the good people at Vibe decide to put this piece on their website I can envision a gang of feminists congregating at some undisclosed location somewhere - angrily going over diagrams of my house, debating whats the best entry point to use before snatching me from the mortal coil. Proud female bloggers that are carrying on the great traditions of Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem are possibly linking to this particular entry as a shining example to their readers on how big of a pig I am on the strength of the title alone - reminiscent of the career catholics who picketed Kevin Smith's "Dogma" without ever viewing a single frame of the film. Granted, since I'm rather allergic to the knee-jerk reactionary types, people who can't relax their defenses for one solitary moment piss me off like bad bladders - my instinct is to just say "fuck em'" and take a piss on their feminist sensibilities by very casually telling them "Relax Sugar-tits!!" But I won't do that, there are so many women in my area that have outed me on a site entitled "don't date him girl(dot)com" that I suddenly want to offer an olive branch to my female readership - so judge this piece after you've read it, if you still think I'm a steaming pile of shit while reading the final sentence then so be it.(Read more here)
Friday, June 29, 2007
Erykah Badu's vagina can save Hip Hop..(Vibe.com)
I'm fully aware that the title that I chose for this piece has self-respecting women everywhere collectively cringing at their computer screens, the moment the good people at Vibe decide to put this piece on their website I can envision a gang of feminists congregating at some undisclosed location somewhere - angrily going over diagrams of my house, debating whats the best entry point to use before snatching me from the mortal coil. Proud female bloggers that are carrying on the great traditions of Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem are possibly linking to this particular entry as a shining example to their readers on how big of a pig I am on the strength of the title alone - reminiscent of the career catholics who picketed Kevin Smith's "Dogma" without ever viewing a single frame of the film. Granted, since I'm rather allergic to the knee-jerk reactionary types, people who can't relax their defenses for one solitary moment piss me off like bad bladders - my instinct is to just say "fuck em'" and take a piss on their feminist sensibilities by very casually telling them "Relax Sugar-tits!!" But I won't do that, there are so many women in my area that have outed me on a site entitled "don't date him girl(dot)com" that I suddenly want to offer an olive branch to my female readership - so judge this piece after you've read it, if you still think I'm a steaming pile of shit while reading the final sentence then so be it.(Read more here)
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Okay, your blog just earned 500 points for outing that Party Like a Rock Star mess. Just to be honest, the points I give are like those in Who's Line Is It Anyway, so, yeah, you can't actually *do* anything with them, but still, 500 points. That song is so wack, it is precisely why we need to revive the "wiggity". This track can only be accurately described with a "wiggity", maybe even two, thus making it "wiggity, wiggity wack".
I'll have to return to your blog for music recommendations. I hardly listen to music much, I don't even turn on the radio anymore. Why bother? I live in a sad, isolated, music-less world. And it is wack, wiggity wack.
But if it's all what's going on between Erykah's legs, for the sake of girls who want to get in the game, I hope she swings both ways. Cuz playing around with our water supply is dangerous.
thas why i fuxs wit u critic.
My only nit as a feminist is that you did not outright mention Ms. Badu's brainpower in conjunction with her loving vagina. It is evident from your comments that her mind has impacted you, as well as the male artists you discuss. Also, your minstrel show observations are very cogent, relevant and insightful. Well typed, THC. Well typed, indeed.
this is hilarious. that's why i love erykah badu...she and i have the same powers....lol.
You seem very intelligent. I was just laughing to myself the other day while thinking that our parents probably didn't think music could get any worse when we started beat-boxin'. I mean really, Puh-Huh-Huh (and we loved it so then and do now). But, they were wrong, it got worse, you're right. However I must say, that your comments about Erykah Baduh hurt my feelings. I'd try to explain why if I thought you cared.
I KNEW that you looked familiar when I met you Saturday night at Danny's show...I saw you on that "don't date him girl(dot)com" website!!! Mhmmmm!!!
This is Misty, Danny introduced us late Saturday night...it was nice to meet you (not sure why you are friends with Luper...). Your blog is hilarious! Just thought I would stop by and say hello!
Ok, seriously, anyone who was genuinely upset by either the title or the content of your ode to Ms. Badu needs to calm the f down. Guess what, people... vagina is not a bad word. Its actually the proper name for that particular part of the female anatomy.
And I gotta agree with you content wise. Personally, I've always believed that Erykah must possess what I like to refer to as "kryptonite coochie". Makes even the hardest MC weak. I mean, how else do you explain the fine furniture propper-upper that is Electric Circus? I mean Common went from 40s to crochet sweaters. Dre went from Braves t-shirts and fitteds to football shoulder pads and furry genie pants. Coincidence? I think not.
this blog is great, seriously. hip hop is like an endangered species these days. everybody who trys to portray themself as hip hop is either too "young/yung" or too "lil/li'l". i love people like erykah badu who keep it real... even if keepin it real sometimes means keepin it real loco. Critic: 1, Party Like a Rockstar: 0
damn i just turned on BET for the first time in weeks to see if there had been any progress made against wack mcs and the first song i see is by some guy called yung brey or bey or something like that. click!
please please put that erykah dna in the water cause the wackness is winning
If her vagina is so powerful, why didn't baby daddy deuce (The D.O.C) get his voice back??? Maybe she has limitations.
Great post THC!
Just to let you know...Yours is the site that appears when you click the 'I'm feeling lucky' button on google when the search term is 'found myself staring at a kleptomaniacs arse cheeks'
...also - nice blog :)
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