She Looks Like one of those Rap Guy's Girlfriends

Rap. Hip Hop. The greatest experience of your teenage/20s. Whatever you refer to it as, you know what I'm talking about. It's the music that makes you want to dance without you even realizing it. The beat sucks you in, and before you know it you have picked it up and you are singing the chorus. But here is a proposition my friends. Just sit back one day and listen to the lyrics that are too fast to understand when you are caught up in the catchy beat. The lyrics are dirty, hillarious, and sometimes very confusing. You never know exactly what is meant by a rap song and in that way, rap is very much like art, open to interpretation. That's right I just said rap was an art form. Wipe that look of shock off your faces. It really is. I mean let's do a side by side comparison. Rap-You can make a lot of money off of one song, sometimes it can be really awful and people still enjoy it, there are many different songs, every artist has their own style, and people always enjoy a certain artist over the others. All of these things also hold true for art.
Back to the lyrics. One song that recently came out says the lyric, "I'm twenty years old, but I stroke it like I'm thirty-five." This lyric is killing two birds with one stone. It is both dirty and a little confusing. At first I thought, "Well that's backwards. Wouldn't you want a 20 year old over a 35 year old?" But after polling a few people I realized he was talking about experience. This makes sense and I applaud Plies on his thought provoking lyric. Another question that has risen due to a rap lyric is, "Would you want someone to pour koolaid on you and proceed to lick it off?" My first thought was no way jose! That would be extremely sticky and very awkward. I then asked a few people (I enjoy surveys) and they all agreed accept for one who stated it depended on the guys hotness. I give her credit. I like the argument. There are so many songs that are like this. There are also songs that tell you what to do while the song is happening. Example, "Turn it up, turn it up" or "Bend over and touch your toes." Now while these songs are enjoyable, if you are in a vehicle and the latter comes on you feel compelled to do what the lyric says but you realize this action will put your life as well as others lives in peril. This a bad thing. Here's my PSA, "If you want to bend over and touch your toes, resist. Don't do it. Don't be one of their robots who acts on everything they say. Be above the influence. ^" I may have stolen the last part of that from a drug ad, but you know what? I don't care. Anyways, I just wanted to share my opinion on the wonderful thing we Americans, and some Europeans/Canadians, like to call Hip-Hop.

You cannot be serious?

One of my dad's favorite quotes is, "There are a lot of stupid people in this world." I believe him more and more everyday. I am not saying I am the smartest person in the world by any means. I do not want to build myself up, but I believe myself to be smarter than the average bear. One of the brighter colors in the coloring box, perhaps the macaroni orange. Anyways, I am in a class with what are considered to be average students. Granted these students do try because when you sign up for the class I am currently enrolled in, you know that in order to not fail you will have to put forth some effort. This being said, I have heard some of the dumbest questions I have ever encountered in my life in this class. One of which being, "So, the baby doesn't grow in your stomach?" (in reference to the organ) My all time favorite discussion being about birthing children. Why do we always get on this subject, you may be asking yourself? I guess it is just the wonderful joy of high school. We are all worried about getting prego. Back to my favorite discussion. We were talking about the body processes and a girl raises her had and poses the question, "Can a whole arm fit up there?" (in reference to having a baby and a woman's no no zone) Our teacher looks at her and replys, "No, that's not physically possible." The girl, not to be proved wrong says, "No I'm pretty sure it can because when my sister was having her baby it looked like the nurse fit her whole arm up there." The teacher once again states it is not possible and the sheet that is draped over the lady is probably the reason why she thought it to be possible, but the girl replies, "No, Im pretty sure it happened." Our teacher then brings out a model to show that there is no possible way a human arm could fit up there. The girl then asks how women's intestines do not fall out through the privates. Our entire class laughs and the teacher tells her there are separate cavities for these organs. The girl then shakes her head and finally agrees with what the teacher is telling her and class resumes. By this point I am asking myself how this girl could have had these queries in the first place. She is a GIRL in HIGH SCHOOL. I mean really, she cannot be serious.
Another awesome example of people being, for lack of a better word, stupid, is my experiences working at a restaurant. I love my job, but the people aspect, not so much. I can't stand whiney people. Nonetheless, my favorite experience happened this summer while i was working on a Friday afternoon. To set up the scene for you I will let you know that there are two attractions in downtown Mocksville. One is a bar, and one is our restaurant. To be allowed in the bar you must be a member. Moving on with the story. We had a lady come in and I said what I always say. "Hi ma'am, how are you doing today?" She answered fine and then asked what we charged for coming in. I said "Ma'am this a a restaurant, there is no cost except for you paying for your food." She stared at me for a minute and then said, "Oh ok. Do y'all have music?" I replied, "Yes ma'am on Wednesday nights." She said, "Does that cost anything?" I said, "No ma'am this is a Restaurant, the only charge is for the food." She said thank you, shook her head and left. Really lady? Really? The name of the restaurant is Restuarant 101. Come on now. Ohh society, how I cherish our interactions.