You would be horrified at what I do in the privacy of my own house. You would stand, mouth agape, at the magnitude of lameness before you. You thought I was a little lame, but nothing would prepare you for the embarassing display you’d encounter if you walked into my house unannounced.
I came out about my music defecit disorder disorder long ago. Simply put: I like shitty music. Unabashedly I like mainstream hip-hop with its borrowed beats and lyrics so sexist they could get me barred from the Feminist Grrl Club. If it’s dancable I can forgive just about anything else.
I’ve had Bubba Sparxxx’s latest single in my head all day long. All. Day. Long. "Do something with your hair did…" This is a song that is, best I can gather, about a guy who wants to pimp some girl out for an ass contest. I’m sure there are some other nuisances I’m overlooking, but that’s the gist of it. And I can’t get enough.
Because my brain was infected by Bubba all day I decided to flesh it out and play the song. I just happen to have it on mp3. Tootie loves it. She goes nuts when I sing, "I’ve found you, Ms. New Tootie." (And I think it’s cute, cause I got her at the shelter so I did sort of find her, and she’s still really new to me.) Anyway, just now, after singing the only two lines of the song I know in my head over and over and over all day long, I finally heard it blaring in real life. I sat air-rapping (mouthing the words), slinging my wrists around doing my best Dirty South. No shame.
I feel better and the song is no longer stuck in my head. Sometimes this white girl’s gotta get her flow on, you heard? And no doubt it’s the whitest, most hideous display imaginable. Tootie wouldn’t even look at me.
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I’m sort of the opposite. Or I was when I was a kid. I’d listen to Yanni, Mannheim Steamroller (the ‘roller does non-Xmas stuff too, ya know), Ray Lynch and others in that vein as though I was the kewlest kid in middle school. I dreamt of blasting that stuff from my Yugo or Ford Fiesta hatchback when I became 16. I was such a piece. Of what, I do not know.
I’m somewhat glad we can’t have existential moments.
yesss!!
rappin’ brittney!!
You should really listen to some Lacuna Coil and put the rap aside.Forcing an animal to listen to rap may be considered animal cruelty in some areas,lol.
Have a great weekend.
enjoying the hip-hop is not necessarily a symptom of mdd. i personally have highly cultivated and might i add totally awesome taste in music, and yet my radio station of choice is “Hot 97 - New York’s Official Number One Station for Hip-Hop and R&B”. have you ever tried listening to the, the Roots, Jurassic 5, Slick Rick, older Outkast (pre-Stankonia), older Fugees, or some classic Notorious B.I.G? those are some solid examples of good hip-hop that is still funsies. but, if that doesn’t work, don’t be embarrassed… spit that Bubba with pride. there’s no shame in a white chick who knows how to get down.
what? what? what?
I would argue that Bubba Sparxx alone is the whitest, most hideous display imaginable, with or without the Britt.
At least it’s not Uncle Cracker.
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