magellan01. I had a loooOoooong, stressful day working in a busy retail store in a busy suburban mall on a major sale day. I indulged myself in some minor jerkitude right after work and it blew up in my face. I recognized it as being funny and shared it. It’s not like I made the kid cry. What’s the dilly, yo?
Nowhere do I say what I did yesterday was at all appropriate. But isn’t it cool that at the end of the day no one was hurt except maybe my pride? Maybe flight is right and the Mom saw right through my little game and gave me a calculated cheery response that deflated my ego. I appreciate any move that’s well-played, even one against me.
Not everybody is in a position to just up and quit a job just because. It’s just a holiday gig, I made it clear I was only interested in holiday work when I applied, and I’ve already given notice over a week ago I plan to quit on December 28th… and while I’m sure they’d love to keep me on after the New Year, I recognize the job taps moods I’d rather avoid, so I agree: it’s time to move on.
I was a bit surprised it happened with a five year old in neo-conservative Greenville County, SC in a mall with a dress code expressly forbiding “widely recognized gang clothing.” But that’s another rant.
Sorry, I wasn’t aware that little tow-headed white kids were stereotyped as liking songs with the lyrics "Fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas! " :rolleyes:
Either that, or your analogy fails utterly. The reason it’s funny is that the kid was acting in a way that defies one’s expectations, not in a way that conforms to stereotypes.
What annoys me the most about Magellan’s comments is that he so obviously misses the sublties and humor of Askia’s writing style which is a juxtaposition of sophisticated commentary on a youthful and more common theme. Magellan just didn’t get that it’s done with a little poetic license.
I hope that it is not beyond your mental abilities to understand that reasonable adults disagree about what is “ugly” and about the extent to which children should be protected and at what age.
If you have had sufficient training in developmental psychology and child psychology, you would not to be overly concerned about this five year old in this particular situation. Children at that age generally don’t absorb the meaning of the lyrics and would not be using them against anyone in meaningful context. There might be a rare exception. Certainly his psyche would not be damaged by the lyrics. (Compare that with the trauma that the Katrina disaster had on the minds of five year old children, for example.)
I would be far more inclined to protect children from people who have a basic coldness in the center of their natures.
Heart On A Sleeve. For Og’s sake, don’t mention my name. They could be fellow-members of the black guy secret society, FUBU. (Federated Union of Brothers Unlimited.) I’m still catching hell for revealing details about our guest speaker last year.
Oh, great. Now they’re going to be pissed I revealed we’re a secret society. Everybody avert your eyes. We didn’t just orchestrate the fake death of Tookie Williams. La la la la la.
Music appreciation? Sorry, I just can’t help it. I’m, must having a blast reading the “wild indignation” over some little white kid being EXPOSED to something other than “I love you you love me, We’re a happy … Bleeruuuurrrrrghhhhh! Baaarrrrffff!”
Tell ya what. Next time play some 2 Live Crew (the nasty stuff) or some old school Easy E at full blast. Right near a bunch of church ladies.
I downloaded 2 Live Crew’s “Me So Horny” video the other month, and was astounded by how tame the song and imagery was. Gangsta rap has made leaps and strides in sexuality and explicit lyrics since Luke Skyywalker’s day.
If I had been thinking, I’d have skipped to Khia’s “My Neck, My Back,” Akinyele’s “Put It In Your Mouth” or QB Finest’s “Oochie Wally.”
