HipHop: Beyond Beats & Rhymes

I had the good fortune to come across a video addressing violent masculinity, misogyny, and homophobia in hip hop music. It's an excellent documentary. If you've got an hour to burn and you are interested in hip-hop in any form, this is a must see. Watch the preview first if you have any doubts. Enjoy.

Preview


The Documentary

White Lust: A Serious Epidemic

Update (02/07/11 - yes, more than three years later): Mr. Steven J. Newton, PC, a lawyer for Amar Bakshi, the author of the article ("An American Girl's Love Life in Mumbai") that is the subject of the commentary on this blog has written informing me that the original blog entry infringed on Bakshi's copyright. In order to rectify the situation I have rewritten and reworded large portions of the blog. Since the blog presents commentary, I believe my use of selective quotations from the article (and making sure to attribute authorship whenever possible) should bring this entire blog in line with fair use law. More on this later.

(picture from washingtonpost.com)

Part I

I remember how some among you used to laugh when I introduced the concept of "white lust", an amazing addition to the sociological conceptual framework and lexicon. White lust (or "whitelust") is what occurs when a person of a non-European cultural background lusts after white Americans and Europeans. In my case I have pointed out the syndrome when I have seen it manifest in my Indian and Middle Eastern friends. It may seem simple enough, but this phenomenon cuts deep into the brown man's psyche and displays an underlying need for acceptance from the cultural majority.

I present the story of a special Cracker Ass Cracker (CAC). And boy are you going to enjoy this story. Courtesy of washingtonpost.com's America: Post Global (penned by Amar C. Bakshi), an article titled:

AN AMERICAN GIRL'S LOVE LIFE IN MUMBAI

Some choice tidbits:

Sabrina B. calls herself "a middle class, average American girl." But in India, she's been treated like a "god." Within months of getting here, she starred in a TV sitcom, "jumped five years ahead" in her career and hooked up with a suave Indian actor.

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Things started out great. She rose up the ladder at The Times of India to quickly become a full-time features writer -- her dream job -- in under a year. "It was something I could never get so fast in the U.S." she says. Being American didn't hurt. And on top of this she was solicited by Bollywood to act in ads and on TV for thousands of rupees a day, since white women are in high demand as actresses. Socially, she found herself frequently the main attraction at parties, although sometimes crowds would make her recite Hindi curse words.

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A whole new world of relationships opened up before her. From dating "average American guys" she found herself now romancing with the stars of Mumbai. First a 19-year-old son of a prominent politician; then a handsome TV actor....

But just as being American brought her into high society fast, it kept her out. Neither of her first two boyfriends took her seriously, she says. They considered her "the goodtime girl," just someone "fun to fool around with…because they knew their families wouldn't accept me."

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"Indian men are very, very emotional and tend to get more jealous than the typical America guy," she's discovered. And being American doesn't calm the flames of jealousy. The current boyfriend particularly resents Sabrina's sexual past, which she says would be average in the U.S. but seems exceptional here.

To read the full article please click the link to the article above.

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I'm saddened. Not only because my people remain in a colonial mindset that has created a inferiority complex and social discrimination, but also because--in all honesty--this woman isn't even attractive. Seriously.

I mean, come on. Guys, if you're going to elevate some cracker-ass cracker (CAC), at least prop up like a model or something. That old lady on the left (in the first pic in the WaPo blog) was probably better looking 20 years ago. This is fucking sad.

Part II

Who do we blame? Who do I blame?

The colonial oppressors? Hollywood and the western media? Yes. But ultimately, we have to look to our own community.

Case A: Singhi Singh

The person pictured above shall not be named and shall instead be referred to as "Singhi Singh" for his own protection. This lad has been on the prowl for white flesh from the day he and his family set foot on Plymouth Rock looking for poor man's jobs in engineering.

I remember the first day I spoke to Angad. I was introduced to him by my boy Pasha. Our conversation in the school cafeteria went something like this:

Me: Hey, I heard you had Malloy for--
SS (thick accent): Dude, I had an erection in Chemistry today. Holy cowabunga, man...

CAC looks over and starts to stare our way.

Me: Ummm, okay--
SS: I love America. Everywhere, there is hot bitches. Hot bitches everywhere! I am walking around with an erection, everywhere...

More CACs look over.

Me: Yeah, there are some nice looking--

Singhi grabs my shirt and pulls down on it.

SS: I got to have me some of that sweet white meat, man. I am so horrrrrrrrny--

At which point I realized he wasn't talking about the fried chicken breast being served when I looked down at his pants.

SS: Holy crap-ola, it happened again...

And so on and so on. If you look at the picture above you shall see said brown man in bed with a Caucasian man. Lovin' the white bum is the closest he's come so far. But he remains on the prowl.

Is there a solution to this new challenge facing the brown community? What can be done? What should be done? I for one am not sure of a solution...

Other than castration.

It's been a while...

Since I last blogged. My apologies. I have been hard at work trying to hammer out some ideas for future scripts, etc. in addition to to also doing a lot of work. Is that an excuse? Nope. But I shall tend to this blog with more care for the rest of the summer.

Some recent thoughts:

What's a better course of action: Writing Hollywood crap fluff to get over and then pursuing what you truly want to do or sticking to your guns and writing shit you want to write. Me and Jerbear were recently debating this over the phone, and you can guess who took what position.

But nevertheless, I think they are valid points on both sides of the argument. Getting your foot in the door allows you to make the contacts necessary to produce your work on your own time without having to worry constantly about money and shit. The problem arises, I feel, because one might get lazy and fall into a cycle of writing material that "sells" and become afraid of taking risks.

The other option is to write what you want to and hope to God you don't end up poor or worse yet giving up and taking some douchey job. The only advantage is the hunger and drive that comes with knowing that whatever you produce is yours and you and only you are solely responsible for how it turned out. There can be no cop out such as, "Man, I just write this crap to please people. Wait until I write my masterpiece. Blah, blah, blah..." You live and die by your work. There is some honor is here....I think. Anywho...Any thoughts would be appreciated.


Enjoy this web series I found. Pretty fucking funny for amateur work:


WNG - Episode 9



"Smash?"
"It's like pork, but less vulgar."

Anywho, watch the rest of them if you like it.


P.S. I'm deluded enough to think anything I write, commercial or otherwise, is capable of selling.