Everbody wanna be a nigga, but don’t nobody wanna be a nigga.” – Paul Mooney
Last weekend I went out to a friend’s engagement party/BBQ/drinking contest out in B.F.E. (population 219 – counting the animals) and I saw something that made me want to vomit a little in my mouth. It seemed like the entire town of farmers, truckers, etc. had big-ass SUVs – on 22s. People were walking the streets in Rocawear, Phat Farm (smh), etc. It was enough to make a grown man shed a tear. I guess that what happens when you sell
your soul your culture to the masses.
Let’s face it – shit officially becomes “uncool” after (white) suburbia grabs a hold of it. Words like “bling” are popping up in infomercials, Paris Hilton has apparently obtained a “nigga pass”, and coonerific shit is happening errwhurr. Then on top of that you can’t help but wonder if you’re being mocked when you’re at a stoplight and Bob and Becky pull up next to you in their Tahoe bumpin’ “Nothin’ But A G Thang”. Shits disgusting b.
Not that I give a flying 747 what you think, but this isn’t some blind stab at “the man” – it’s just an interesting phenomenon that has been around since Little Richard rocked a beehive. Maybe these people are bored and need something to identify with? Maybe this is their way of rebelling against authority? Either way it doesn’t make sense to me.
Something else I find interesting (and pretty damn funny) is when I’m walking through some public place and VANILLA THUG KILLA and his homies are ice-grillin’ everything in sight – until they come across a group of non-threatening black men. Yessir – it’s all head-nods and “wassups” from there.
Emulating other cultures and lifestyles seems to be a way life for suburban (white) kids nowadays. Find whatever’s cool, and wear it out until it loses it’s cultural value. Sound familiar?