Good lord, a mixed-race person who is president of the United States just endorsed gay marriage several years after passing health care reform. Do you know how many of those things were inconceivable 5 years ago? You can be happy about this without having to be happy about everything else the man or the country does. Tomorrow morning we should certainly go back to being unhappy about drones and torture and global warming and everything else, but for today, let’s not pretend this was inevitable. This moment is a reasonably big deal. It’s a good thing, and it didn’t have to happen, but it did. The fact of its happening can be good without saying anything about the goodness of the person doing it. There’s still a ways to go, but this had to happen before we got there, and now it has. Hooray. Have a small drink.
This, this, this, this, a billion times this, Award For Accuracy.
I assume most of you have read this by now, but I’m just reblogging it to indicate my 100% co-sign. He’s made some good records since The Incident, but I honestly have a hard time listening to them, and I really was and still am sickened by how many members of the music industry rushed to his defense after it happened. The whole thing is just sad and disgusting. (And holy fuck, Ken Erlich needs to get fired for that quote.)
I’m sure you’ve all watched this video of Nicki Minaj meeting the two tiny girls who became a viral sensation singing “Super Bass,” because it is great. But I wanted to point out two things.
- The little girl’s reaction to Nicki is to scream “You’re real! You’re real!” This is a totally reasonable reaction for anyone to have upon meeting Nicki Minaj.
- Nicki tells the little girl to “stay in school,” like she’s a joke in a sitcom about what famous people say to kids. This is great! Fuck telling them to follow their dreams or some shit. Stay in school! Damn straight.
My current understanding of Nicki Minaj is as the Dolly Parton of rap, btw.
Award for Accuracy.
It’s easy to look at the stream of people cursing out “The Suburbs band” and think it represents some kind of real community. When of course it’s not: It’s just a bunch of data spun to make you laugh and feel better about the music you like. But this is the power of aggregation— it puts flesh on straw men, creating imaginary communities to rail against as well as pulling together real ones.
If you’re a kid in a world like this, what’s it like? Analysts talk glibly about “digital natives,” and parents focus on the stuff that matters most to them, like predators and privacy. I’m no expert either— but my guess is that the struggle to define yourself is as much a part of school life as it ever was, and the web is a powerful weapon in this. A teenager with a Tumblr, or Formspring, or Facebook account becomes a kind of living filter, using the vast resources of the net as a way to perform a self under the peculiarly intense spotlight of adolescence, on a stage filled with real-life friends, enemies, and consequences.
I… I can’t. Shot. Shot dead. Shot.