12.18.2003
Can I Live?
Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much | Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much? | Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us | Steady looking for flaws through us.... Jay-Z, Lucky Me
Ah-ight so, for the most part I hate anything to do with pop culture. To me it seems as if this hollow culture is followed by those with little to no culture or if you really want to get down to the nuts and bolts of it, people with nothing better to do with their life than read and mimic what everyone else is doing. For example pop culture says: "Never, ever under any circumstances whatsoever are you to ever and I do mean ever wear white after Labor Day. Unless of course it happens to be winter white which trust will be all the rage this winter." I don't know, maybe its just me but uh, what the hell is the difference between white, and winter white? And who really cares--because if someone really wants to let you have it about having white on do you think they're going to pause in the middle of their read and ponder..."Now is that winter white...or white, white?"
Believe me, I try real hard not to get caught up in what Pop Culture deems acceptable, or unacceptable because once I do, it becomes that much more difficult to be what I want to be without someone breathing down my neck spewing shit like: Oh that's not how so and so does it...
I'm saying, can I live? Can I do me?
Which brings me to the purpose of this rant. This morning while flipping through the latest edition of VIBE (one of the many nicely packaged gifts graciously given by Nathan Scott and .Daily at their HOMME Calendar Release Party.) I ran across the Not Ready for Prime Time VIBE Awards. The one that annoyed the shit out of me was the Metrosexual of the Year Award, and the additional caption that read: No really, they're not gay--not that there would be anything wrong with that. The winner was Loon [pictured left], the runner up was Marques Houston, and the lifetime achievement award went to Prince.
Now, this is not the first time I've heard about the Metrosexual, a few weeks ago VH1 listed a whole slew of men they thought fit this category. And if you happen to do a google search on the web you'll see just how popular this new phenomenom has become. There are definitions upon definitions on the quote unquote gay, but not gay man that apparently spends too much time in the mirror, or at the barber shop; or gym; or any other place women or the real homosexual supposively would.
I'm saying though---Can I live? What's wrong with a brother taking care of himself? For years women have rimmed men for having dirty nails, funky feet, bad taste in clothes, fucked up smelly ass apartments--and now that bruhs are stepping up to the plate and taking pride in their appearance they're being labeled Metrosexuals---what the fuck? Do you want the behemoth or the playboy? B.I.G. or Usher? Or do you just not want a man sexier than you? It's the twenty-first century!!! It is about time bruhs start taking care of themselves. And it's high time er'body (bruhs included) stop defining a man by the way he looks or who he sleeps with and start defining him by the way he handles his business. Because that in a nutshell is what makes a man, a man.
This whole Metrosexual shit is annoying. For one, what are they trying to say about me? Are they some how eluding that because I am a same gender loving man I spend every waking moment worrying about the way I look? And two, how does it affect/effect the brother that is told: "Oh, you're a metrosexual?" What is that? Is it a compliment? A diss? Or what?
I'll tell you what it is, it's bullshit! And I hope to God none of my peeps start referin' to each other or others as Metrosexuals.
Ah-ight so, for the most part I hate anything to do with pop culture. To me it seems as if this hollow culture is followed by those with little to no culture or if you really want to get down to the nuts and bolts of it, people with nothing better to do with their life than read and mimic what everyone else is doing. For example pop culture says: "Never, ever under any circumstances whatsoever are you to ever and I do mean ever wear white after Labor Day. Unless of course it happens to be winter white which trust will be all the rage this winter." I don't know, maybe its just me but uh, what the hell is the difference between white, and winter white? And who really cares--because if someone really wants to let you have it about having white on do you think they're going to pause in the middle of their read and ponder..."Now is that winter white...or white, white?"Believe me, I try real hard not to get caught up in what Pop Culture deems acceptable, or unacceptable because once I do, it becomes that much more difficult to be what I want to be without someone breathing down my neck spewing shit like: Oh that's not how so and so does it...
I'm saying, can I live? Can I do me?
Which brings me to the purpose of this rant. This morning while flipping through the latest edition of VIBE (one of the many nicely packaged gifts graciously given by Nathan Scott and .Daily at their HOMME Calendar Release Party.) I ran across the Not Ready for Prime Time VIBE Awards. The one that annoyed the shit out of me was the Metrosexual of the Year Award, and the additional caption that read: No really, they're not gay--not that there would be anything wrong with that. The winner was Loon [pictured left], the runner up was Marques Houston, and the lifetime achievement award went to Prince.
Now, this is not the first time I've heard about the Metrosexual, a few weeks ago VH1 listed a whole slew of men they thought fit this category. And if you happen to do a google search on the web you'll see just how popular this new phenomenom has become. There are definitions upon definitions on the quote unquote gay, but not gay man that apparently spends too much time in the mirror, or at the barber shop; or gym; or any other place women or the real homosexual supposively would.I'm saying though---Can I live? What's wrong with a brother taking care of himself? For years women have rimmed men for having dirty nails, funky feet, bad taste in clothes, fucked up smelly ass apartments--and now that bruhs are stepping up to the plate and taking pride in their appearance they're being labeled Metrosexuals---what the fuck? Do you want the behemoth or the playboy? B.I.G. or Usher? Or do you just not want a man sexier than you? It's the twenty-first century!!! It is about time bruhs start taking care of themselves. And it's high time er'body (bruhs included) stop defining a man by the way he looks or who he sleeps with and start defining him by the way he handles his business. Because that in a nutshell is what makes a man, a man.
This whole Metrosexual shit is annoying. For one, what are they trying to say about me? Are they some how eluding that because I am a same gender loving man I spend every waking moment worrying about the way I look? And two, how does it affect/effect the brother that is told: "Oh, you're a metrosexual?" What is that? Is it a compliment? A diss? Or what?
I'll tell you what it is, it's bullshit! And I hope to God none of my peeps start referin' to each other or others as Metrosexuals.
