murphy-slaw's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Speaking of Paris... So, while on our visit to Paris, being the anthropology/sociology whore that I am, I decided to flip on the boob tube and check out what France had to offer to help me to continue to rot my brain. Most everything was in French of course, a few German channels, 1 Arabic channel (which is a blog post all its own), and 2 English Channels. 1 of the French channels happened to be MTV a la poodle. Everything in French, including the break dancing. And the rap. Oh...the rap. Hmmmm....now, I know I am white upper middle class gal, and I don't really have a lot of experience with life in the "hood" but....there's just something not quite right seeing a thugged out gangster throwin' gang signs and spouting "Uh Uh! Oui! Oui!" I mean, WHAT or WHO exactly is he "representing"? Is he "shouting out to all his brovahs on the Seine"? Or perhaps, "Givin' props to his n-words up in Versailles that gots ta work hard to keep da man off they backs." Ok, for all you PC thugs out there, I am NOT in any way shape or form mocking the African American experience and the struggles that black men and women have had to endure in the past few hundred years to overcome the oppression and ignorance that American culture has dumped upon them. I AM, however, making fun of French black men that try to imitate it, trying to imply that their experience is somehow similar. THUS I SPAKE. I would also like to ask a seemingly obvious question - but one that some seem not to have asked themselves if the following was allowed to come to fruition: "How the HELL does Paris Hilton have a recording contract?" I don't understand why this woman is as famous as she is. She's rich. She's slutty. We get it. WHY does she get a record album? The woman.can't.sing. In my traversing the French media, I happened upon her new music video on MTV. It depicts her engaging in what can only be described as some type of full body exfoliation all over some poor unsuspecting beach, while flailing and screeching thus summoning a few seagulls in the process. And we must not forget the staggeringly profound poetry that comprises the lyrics of her song. "Show me your love and I'll show you mine". My what a craftily veiled double entendre. Oooh! Paris, you're so clever. Sigh. I guess I can't say I didn't see this one coming. I mean, technology is to the point now that they can make anyone sound "decent". Hell, Ashlee Simpson has a contract. I guess anything's possible. Yeap.... 'guess all anyone needs now is just some hair extensions, an eating disorder, a couple hundred mil, and a few strategically placed movies on the internet. Voila. A star is born.
-MS is off to buy a digital camera 7:04 p.m. - 2006-07-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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