I've said this a bazillion times, but Robin Thicke's biggest problem is that he can't dance. He makes super danceable music, yet the fucker mostly stands around or sits in his music videos. I'm not saying he should attempt to do something a la Drake-"I can't dance but hey, i'm trying and it's kinda endearing-but fuck,…

Well, the obvious answer is that Thicke is white and thus bears the brunt of liberal white america's bile, while Pharrell is black and thus, doesn't appear on the radar of liberal white america. It's probably more complex than that, but honestly, the separation between different groups and their pop cultures is HUGE.

There's this weird stratification of pop culture, where groups of people are so collectively removed from certain aspects of pop culture that it takes them an incredibly long period of time (if at all) to be confronted by other forms of pop culture. So look at Blurred Lines, which was a massive hit for several months…

I will never forgive them for their awful rebranding/renaming effort as "The Hut".

I wonder how many times Pizza Hut has found itself at or near the top of the Tolerability Index. Not saying that Pizza Hut isn't an awful place, but I'm sure there's worse pizza places out there. Try Pizza Ranch sometime when you're in Iowa if you have a death wish.

You gotta know Pharrell! He had the song of the year!

My favorite memory of the Mean Street Posse was watching Pete Gas win the Hardcore Championship (!) during the hardcore battle royale at Wrestlemania 2000, where he bladed himself and ended up a bloodied mess.

Pete Gas had one of the greatest "So bad it's good finisher names" too-The Gas Mask!

I loved how Pete Gas and Rodney looked like ordinary, regular guys, but then they got Joey Abs (what a name!), who looked ever bit like a jacked up indie wrestler.

I remember reading a while back (and take this for a grain of salt) that Mojo Rawley was viewed as being the future of the company. Thank god they came to their senses.

If I'm being honest, I would say his high water mark is Def Jam's How to Be A Player, although that is almost entirely due to the late Bernie Mac (playing a cuckold) uttering the immortal line, "I smell boodissy! Booty, Dick, and Pussy!"

Every morning, when he opens his eyes and confronts the day, Bill Bellamy has to live with the fact that had this show been a hit, he wouldn't have to accept that Cousin Skeeter was the pinnacle of his career.

Part of the reason Brown is fascinating to me is how visceral the response he generates from certain audiences, yet he remains incredibly popular in a wide variety of genres (rap, pop, r&b). Many people seem utterly flabbergasted that, due to his assault on Rihanna and general anger management issues (not to mention…

I'll go to bat and say that I really like "Loyal", am partial to "Post to Be" (although he is only one of three on that song) and hell, I think he does a good hook on "Only".

I shudder to think what he'll be like when the well dries up and he is forced back into the job market.

I have another question: What the fuck does Spoony do all day? I mean, does he even have a job? The guy makes more money just begging on a monthly basis than most of us would make in a month, yet no content? Bold prediction: The end result of this will not be good.

Can you please explain the game show fiasco? What kind of game show, where was it to be shown, how much money was raised, etc etc? Because I'm super curious.

I was wondering what Spoony was up to. So he's just making a living e-begging then?

Every day, at about 1:10 PM, Bill Bellamy calls the office of the CEO of Nickelodeon to ask, "How about Cousin Skeeter again?"

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