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Wednesday, May 27
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F-TO-THE-EFFING-AIL
Went to a party recently. The DJ played "I Love College" by Asher Roth.
I left.
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If you think about it, Asher Roth makes Eminem look legitimate. As if being Jewish weren't less of a badge in the lack of hip-hop credibility, Roth makes blackface philosophy pull a complete 360, then proceeds to make it pull another 360 on an entirely different axis.
It'd be different if Roth, say, were actually using the culture he's so desperately trying to embody as an engine for telling a story worth telling, or being proactive in mobilizing people to be conscious about something other than a fucking kegstand. But he's not.
It's worse, actually. Whereas Marshall Mathers used "white trash" poverty to prove to Black America that, "Yes! I am impoverished, as well (but we use Colt .45s as opposed to Glocks)!" Roth just exists in his own profession as a caricature of said caricature. It's a surprise the universe hasn't swallowed itself in an attempt to prevent itself from swallowing itself.
There is no story. There is no Black. And there should be no Roth, mean streets of Pennsylfuckingvania or not.
Do something crazy / Do something crazy
Only after you, Roth, prove you're worth more than another notch in fraternity row -- the same demographic of gents who just have just a rollicking good time with Dynamite Hack. Be fresh, don't refresh, especially when it means to avoid adopting Black vernacular only when it's so fucking convenient. Hip-hop means just a little more than playing "pretend."
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