Let me start by saying this post does not in any way mean I am going to change what kind of shit I post around here. There’s some history and wit wrapped up in my self-indulgent (and sometimes self-depreciating) posts here. But I do care about blog content leading to accusations of wigger-dom. I mean, am I verging on being one just for posting about rap on my blog? I can’t do anything about the fact that I’m white, but I do enjoy listening to rap or top 40′s clubhop or whatever appropriate music-snob term I should be using. After my hipster asshole summer playlist, it’s not like any of you doubt me when I say I listen to a broad spectrum of music and half of it probably sucks.
Sometimes I wish my IRL friends couldn’t come across my internet stuff, especially here, because they talk too much shit. Case in point:
- [My BFF]: You’ve been writing good stuff lately
[Me]: thx, people seem to like it
[My BFF]: It’s the old edgy hilarious girl, and not the wanna be wigger girl :]
[Me]: … i was never a wanna be wigger girl. how dare you!
[My BFF]: You were coming close for awhile.
[Me]: WHAT?
[My BFF]: But you were never quite there :]
[Me]: bullshit. when?
[My BFF]: You wrote about nothing but rap stars petty crap exclusively for a few months, it was absurd. I couldn’t determine if it was to be ironic or something.
[Me]: *pause* ….
What constitutes as wigger-dom, anyway? I’ve jokingly talked about white kids appropriating black culture (re: Wu-Tang, whom I adore) but I don’t think that’s the same. There’s no racial identity crisis going on here, I guess I just don’t like the idea that any particular music sub-culture (i.e. rap music) belongs to one race… or more confusingly, that it’s a bad thing. I love all my nerdy white friends with their trance music collections, can’t they just let me want to embrace Cam’ron and his purple fur get-up?
