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i just caught the mos def envoy denali commercial as part of GMC’s new ‘diversity campaign’:

Forbes Article: GMC’s Diversity Campaign

does no one find this offensive but me? mos, once the pillar of anti establshment, is now commodifying his place as a hip-hop icon to sell trucks for GMC? i’m surprised they didn’t have him peddling cadillac escalades. he doesn’t need the money, the article in forbes goes on to talk about all of the projects that he is currently involved in. GMC has also establshed a hispanic campaign, although i haven’t seen any of those yet. i guess its time to tap markets that have no problem spending money on useless status symbols. fight the power my ass.

what happened to rising above the fray mos?

i’ve developed an affection for upn’s girlfriends.

i think its better than sex in the city…

there i said it.

it all came to me last night when i was watching the materialist girlfriend analyze her whirlwind marriage to a man she has recently discovered is $750,000 in debt. in order to maintain her life status, she decides to leave him. in her soliloquy she says…

“being poor in LA is wearing round-toed shoes in a pointy-toed season.”

i’ve developed an affection for upn’s girlfriends.

i think its better than sex in the city…

there i said it.

it all came to me last night when i was watching the materialist girlfriend analyze her whirlwind marriage to a man she has recently discovered is $750,000 in debt. in order to maintain her life status, she decides to leave him. in her soliloquy she says…

“being poor in LA is wearing round-toed shoes in a pointy-toed season.”

i went to a beautiful african art gallery last week, Dafco’s on mammaroneck ave in white plains, NY. i walked in to find beautiful african masks, artistic pieces labeled according to their origin, fantastic african art. the owner of the store walked out from the back office and offered the history of the work and their cultural significance. it was moving.

as i walked to the back of the store, i looked over the entrance to the office. there, just above eye level, but only visible to those exiting the office, was a massive painting of a beautiful naked white woman.

a naked white woman. pink nipples and all…

i was shocked. here i am, reveling in african beauty, entrenched in culture and black appreciation and the owner of the store gazes at a picture of a naked white woman every time he comes out to greet his customers. i didn’t know whether to laugh or be absolutely disgusted.

i believe it was blackstar who admitted…

“I like girls with that light complexion… i’m a victim of 400 years of conditioning”

apparently there was an explosion in NY outside the british consulate. why is this not front page news on CNN and NYTimes.com?

that’s right, because its 13 hours old.

it has already been eclipsed by the runaway bride story and the elvis movie on CBS this weekend respectively.

how is this possible? according to john hartley’s essay “the frequencies of public writing,” he states that the internet has caused us to become less interested in detailed stories, rather we just move from one to another at a pace that does not allow for contemplation. because the story is 13 hours old (mind you today the UK also saw the parlimentary elections that reelected Blair but weakened his labor party), there is no reason to maintain or expand it. i believe that the assumption is that everyone who needs to know already knows. how can that make sense?

then when i search for it on google, the top stories are coming from The Scotsman and Forbes…
try it sometime, its amusing.

i have just completed my paper on the emergence of the single city girl in american culture between 1960-1975. it was amazing, i got the chance to discover and develop the stereotype that i aspire to be, a single city girl living in los angeles, progressing my own career and finding some interesting, attractive boys to take me out to dinner every so often. things are working well, and the paper only manged to confirm the life that i chose to live and the contradictions inherent within.

the ulitimate quote of the single city girl is from helen gurley brown’s “sex and the single girl” (1962):

romance is a reward for, but secondary to, perfecting oneself.

the irony of this statement is unbelieveable, here is the footnote at the very bottom of my paper:

The irony of this statement is not lost on me, I was just uncertain of how to integrate it into the paper. Even though the post-feminist single girl is living for herself and does not want for a husband, the original philosophy promotes self-improvement for the end goal of marriage. And this ironic twist is often the culmination of the single girl’s pursuits (see the conclusion of Sex In the City) Brown does not recognize, nor do most of the single city girls portrayed on television, that self-improvement can be a reward unto itself. Rather, improving one for oneself becomes lip service for the ideology of the cause; that we as single, independent women do not need men.

check out the paper at:

Creating Stereotypes: The Emergence and Commodification of the Single City Girl