You should know by now that for better or worse you effect the way a lot of people think. You don’t ALWAYS have to be the first ones to make fun of something just for the sake of it. There are finer, more enduring ways to be cool.
but more importantly
The video might be over the top, but Dre has never been anything else. You’ve presented this video not only to your peers but to a new generation, a generation that wasn’t around to witness and appreciate what Dre has done to affect and direct pop culture, with what I could only read as smug mockery and ignorant irreverence for a man who has been doing this since before the vast majority of your readership was born, and while there is certainly room for critique, your opinion piece sounds more sensitive to and conscious of itself and how it’s going to be read than it is to the video and the point it’s trying to present.
They ask me why I teach
And I reply, “Where could I find more splendid company?”
There sits a statesman,
Strong, unbiased, wise,
Another later Webster
And there a doctor
Whose quick, steady hand
Can mend a bone or stem the lifeblood’s flow.
A builder sits beside him —
Upward rise the arches of that church he builds wherein
That minister will speak the word of God,
And lead a stumbling soul to touch the Christ.
And all about
A lesser gathering
Of farmers, merchants, teachers,
Who work and vote and build
And plan and pray into a great tomorrow.
And, I say,
“I may not see the church,
Or hear the word,
Or eat the food their hands will grow.”
And yet — I may.
And later I may say,
“I knew the lad, and he was strong,
Or weak, or kind, or proud
Or bold or gay.
I knew him once,
But then he was a boy.”
They ask me why I teach and I reply,
“Where could I find more splendid company?”
I start off my February mornings with a healthy cocktail of “existential panic attack” and some hearty hyperventilation. I drink about a gallon of coffee to calm the shakes and after that I take to my workout, a vigorous session of biting every last one of my nails down to the bleeding nub- hands and feet. Then I venture into the outdoors have a cigarette under the stoop of my building and resort to a flop sweat if anyone walks by and attempts to acknowledge me. At this point, I’ve lost most of my water weight and self respect and can barely stand. I spend the rest of my afternoon chewing on a half cup of granola, working my jaw and neck, grinding my molars into dust, standing every so often to expel air and methane that’s been meandering unwelcome through my gastrointestinal tract. In the evening I usually sip a glass of water and seltzer trying to calm my beknotted bowels, and if I’m lucky I can get to sleep without imagining my brain to be the womb for a warm, glowing, beautiful bundle of cancer.
I lose an average of about 28 pounds a day this way. If you’re looking to lose weight in a lot of normal places and a lot of weird places, and if you can be committed to finding endless things to earnestly be plagued by, worried about, upset about, harassed by, and afraid of in every spare moment of your life,* then my diet and exercise plan was made for you.
*(and if you promise to sign a waiver)
Why are most foreign news outlets reporting a MUCH higher death toll in Libya than ALL American news outlets?