... I mean, 7 yr. olds walking down the street calling girls bitches and sagging and cussing more than the total sum of my own cussing in life. It's rediculous.
Ahem, for someone who prides themselves on being a spelling-Nazi of days past, you seem to have loosened up your choke hold. I believe it's "Ridiculous"...
I say re-diculous to emphasize the fact that it was diculous once, then became slightly less diculous - to the extent where it was possibly undiculous - but has now found itself back in the state of diculosity, thus making it rediculous.
...I'm sorry, that was a terrible cover up. You win, B.O.O.B. ... You win.
Thanks for pointing that out, too. I never noticed before that ridiculous came from ridicule. Plus, I'm still a Spelling Nazi trainee. Please don't tell the Spelling Hitler. He'll have me flayed alive. Flayed.
Anyway, B.O.B., it happened the opposite for me: I listened to metal and rock for the majority of my life (Mommy never liked that, but she never knew). It was only recently (like a two years ago) that I started listening to rap and less heavy music. I always hated rap with a passion because it seemed to defy every ounce of my soul's creed. I never knew any rap had meaning, because all I'd ever been exposed to was MTV. Also, I have high respect for women, so seeing all those booties shaking on TV just turned me off. I didn't make the jump straight into rap, though - I met a spoken word poet who showed me how awesome words that don't rhyme but rather flow can be. Then I gradually, bit by bit, found rappers that I liked, and my poetry went from being line-by-line rhymes to solid masses of writing that are hard to divide into lines. So I don't really know whether rap was ever good, 'cause I never listened to it, so I can't judge as to whether it has gone downhill or not. I still listen to metal and stuff from time to time, but I seem to have lost my sense of it as music: now all I hear is static. As for lyrical content, I guess it's as Saul Williams said:
"Replace the anger and oppression
With guilt and depression,
and it's yours.
It's yours."
...
What were we talking about again?
