I jumped to teh comments after reading that preamble just to say bless you, and ask if you’be been reading my FB wall or something because swear to god all gdamn WEEK I have been fighting with some fragile ass white people over the “guide to protesting” article (brilliant, btw) on some “not all white people” ish. I am…

This song fails the Lauryn Hill longevity test pretty hard. But good on her. Get that while the getting is good. God willing, maybe she will even try evolving into a real MC.

If this show goes 500 days I think we would deserve whatever North Korea launches at us.

Not gonna lie, I would watch that because it would be hilarious.

ESPN’s comment stank of so much bullshit I can see the psychedelic mushrooms growing in it. To suggest that any statement that Hill makes basically anywhere somehow suggests she was speaking for ESPN is beyond asinine.

The Message, because come on now, who in here doesn’t think of that hook at LEAST once a week while dealing with these fools out here. Oh, and co-sign on that spotify thing.

Young(ish) white single mother? shooting a homeless dude? With a crim defense attorney father? She isn’t going to just walk from this, she will be floated away on gossamer wings.

So this dude does 46 months, presumably reduced fairly easily to about 30 with good time served, and will walk out of jail 3 million dollars richer (minus presumably a good 100k or so for a hell of a job by his lawyer)? I’m not even mad. Hat tip to you, good sir.

Direct me to these ladies and I will gladly give them all the follows and props. As is, I still say the piece is essential reading.

Janet is my forever crush. She’ll be 70 and I will still be like “hey girl”.

No, seriously, read it. It’s probably the best writing I ‘ve read in a month (no offense, Damon, you’re still awesome, but Coates is on some next level ish)

IIRC, the contract says he can’t sell it commercially for like 88 years or something, so if his auction turns a profit on the sale price I guess he is in violation?

Black Christ on a stick. I need to start keeping a pillow next to my desk at work to scream into when I read this stuff in the morning.

I am about as crotchety as they get, and rather damn proud of it. I hate myself for enjoying this incredibly stupid song as much as I do, and fully intend on spinning a version of it for a club gig this weekend, if only to see how ratchet translates in Japanese.

I’m torn. I understand why Bodak is popular. I will probably even have to find a remix of it to spin. But I’ll b damned if I can honestly enjoy the thing more than like, once.

Touche.

Reasons good God I am pretty sure half my generation in my family could use Maurice White’s estate for child support

The entire Here, My Dear album, both as a concept and in execution, drives me to brown liquor and making sure I don’t drunk dial.

I have a new favorite phrase now, thank you very much.

Pretty sure Root is Team Meteor Strike on this one