People are mad at Slim Thug. They’re mad because he wrote this.
Now, there are two kinds of people reading this post — people who have heard of Slim Thug, and people that haven’t. Under 30 and listen to rap and/or from Houston? You probably know who he is. If not, then not. For example, my father just resigned himself to not knowing who he is.
Now, if you have no idea who he is, I’ll save you some time — he’s not important, so I’m pretty sure the post’s grammar alone let you know he’s not someone whose opinion you should be concerned with.
If you do know who he is — I mean, have you heard the man’s music? Given that, what exactly surprises you about his ridiculously essentialist takes on race and gender?
As many times as he’s rapped about bitches, I can’t say my world stopped when he said something largely ignorant (I say largely because he did make a point or two not far off the mark, most notably about the unrealistic expectations many women have). I wasn’t thrilled to read it, but I’m not sure what else I should expect given my previous exposure to his art and the philosophy he expresses.
Oh, but I see people are mad, assuming the wonderful world of Twitter is any indication of the public response (FWIW, n>>>>30). I then ask this question…
If you’re really that mad, how in the hell did the man sell all these records? I mean, damn, how did the dance floors fill up to give him some shine? Man making that much money selling records without getting some ladies to dance? I ain’t heard of that!
I’m not going Delores Tucker here (though, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized she was more correct than I could understand as a teenager). But if you’re not going Delores Tucker with yours, then what are you talking about? You’ve been cool with him and others saying a lot worse. I just don’t know what you expected from him in a blog. No disrespect to the man, but it’s Slim Thug, folks.
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I guess what I’m asking — if Slim Thug broke bad with women today, what’s different than yesterday?