When a White Woman . . .
In the larger realm of all things white people, there is little funnier than a white woman--usually of the clean cut appearance--throwing down to gangsta rap. And, in that regard I mean messy bun, old sweats fuzzy with holes in them, a white Hanes tee that's probably snug up top as it's from an old lover or some such, and that hair . . . yeah, that's like three day old hair that hasn't been washed. Yeah, when that woman throws down, starts dropping gangsta signs, slipping out motherfuckers, dicks, and tits while jumping around her house in pure single girl, moment alone, who gives a shit fashion movies always tell us that shit is about to become epic. In that regard, that has been my week. Epic. Coffee, bun, sweats, and mother fucking gangsta rap. Yeah, I dropped that out earlier this week and people who claim to know me jaw dropped like a fat kid salivating for cake. Except, they weren't wanting cake. Instead, they were downright flabbergaste...