Mu-SICK.

I hate Kanye West. He’s a fraud in my not so humble opinion. If you really listen to his CDs and not the hype of the media, he always talks hostilely about college, but wears backpacks and “preppy” frat boy clothes. He’s a phony. While everyone was praising Jesus Walks as the literal second coming of rap (not Jesus thankfully), the next track released from that CD was about oral sex---women performing of course. Then there were the times he was on Def Poetry—a very positive Black Star affair with Mos Def—he talked about killing his babymama. WTF??

My latest gripe with Kanye “Mama’s Boy” West (took is mother to an award show) is his current single Golddigger. I’m so sick of this ish! Who wants a man that has nothing? Nobody. Just like men don’t want a woman who looks like the bottom of someone’s shoe. Are there big fat women or mannish looking bullbacks in music videos? Nope. (I won’t even get into how female R&B bubbleheads help perpetuate the “I don’t need a rich man, just one that loves me” BS, while men continue to say “get a dime” and nothing less.)

Men are desired for their money, status and power. Women are desired for their beauty. Those are ugly, true facts of life. I’m sorry to be the one to say it. (I’m really not, but I want to seem more modest.) It’s unfair to all the penniless men and all the ugly girls, but it’s true. There needs to be a part two to that song. Something like: Now I aint sayin he a superficial boy, But he aint messin wit no ugly toys. Or: Now I aint sayin he a shallow willy, But he aint messin wit no fat fillies. I could go on. But I’m an attorney not a rapper.

It’s really insane how much this stuff bothers me.

Listening to Get Behind Me Satan.