Just Call Me Feminem
I never blog anymore, do I? It's not that I don't have anything to blog about, it's just I can't seem to find the time. And if I *do* find the time, then I can't think of anything to blog about.
Fascinating, I know.
The only thing that has really been on my mind to blog lately is my love for rap music. I don't know WHY I like The Rap Music so much, I just do. Perhaps I should credit my sister, who let me listen to her Run DMC tape. And let's just get this straight... I don't know every song, nor the history. So if you come up to me and say "I heard you like rap music (insert obscure Tupac reference here)
INNYWAY, last week I was listening to my iPod and somehow I ended up in Celeste's office with it, and somehow we ended up listening to 50 Cent. She had heard OF him, but never heard a song, so we start out with In Da Club. And we dance that white-girl-sitting-in-an-office-chair dance. You know the one. Then I switched it to Candy Shop. And her face was hysterical. It went like this:
*gasp*
Oh my..
*GASP*
Ooooo...
*fans herself*
*gasp*
*GAAAAAAASP*
It was so funny that I let her listen to the Ying Yang Twins, The Whisper Song. There was WAY more gasping.
So, I tell this story while we're sitting around knitting, and Laura tells me that I'm cool because I have 50 Cent on my iPod. Am I? Dood, that's awesome. That's all it takes?? If only I'd known.
But it got me thinking that the majority of my friends do not listen to rap music at all. And the ones that do are all way more badass than I am. WAY. WAAAY more badass. So, how did a silly little white girl like me end up someone who knows what it means to "drop it like it's hot"? And why, when asked on Saturday by Angie's sister if I wanted to watch ATL did I say "YEAH!" and Angie say *groan*.
I've pondered on it all weekend, and the ONLY thing I can think of is this:
I'm totally gangsta, y'all. Word.
posted by Cookie @ Tuesday, January 16, 2007
4 Comments:
... sitting around knitting, and Laura tells me that I'm cool because I have 50 Cent on my iPod.
wow that sentence just seems really weird. some kind of generational gap there :-)
at the risk of showing just how lacking i am in the "street cred" department...what "does drop it like it's hot" mean? like, get rid of it 'cos it's stolen property?
-jp
or like "drop your pants cause your naughty bits are on fire"?
i don't have an iPod yet, but when i do... there will be a lot of chicks singing on it. and some coldplay. and some worship songs.
it will be very cool to me, but i might be tempted to shield it from Ultra Cool strangers.
Drop it like it's hot means when a girl drops her bootie almost to the floor when she dances.
I tried to find out where it came from, and according to the urban dictionary, it says it could mean:
A. Drop it like it's hot (meaning stolen)
B. Drop it like it's hot (meaning a hot crack pipe)
Chicks sing on my iPod, too. But, no Coldplay. I only know Coldplay because of 40 Year Old Virgin when he's all "You know how I know you're gay? You like Coldplay."
I don't know what they sing, or what they look like, but I'm sure if I heard a song by them I'd say something like "Oh.. THAT'S Coldplay... wow... You are gay."
Anyway, it doesn't matter how much Snoop, Dre, Eminem, and Fiddy I have on my iPod? Cause I also have Air Supply, Celine Dion, and Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch.
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