It is often jarring when the cleanliness of theory meets the messiness of reality. Such was the source of the recent smack in the face I received when I purchased one of my sons a MP3 player for his birthday.
All of my neat theories about keeping "the evil rap music" at bay ran head first into the hard reality that this is the music of young people, and my son is, well, young. The very first songs he asked to download onto his music player were from someone calling himself Mims, who, like so many of these young men, has a penchant for grabbing his crotch, and another character calling himself Soulja Boy.
I know. Hip-hop is the great cultural unifier bringing all nations together under one groove. From France to Timbuktu, kids are waving their hands up high and wearing their pants down low; they are keeping it real and speaking the language of rap, the vernacular of the streets. “Look out whitey! Hip-hop gonna get your momma!” What more proof do you need than the fact that the movement has swept into white middle class homes?
Hurrah for hip-hop!
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