so basically pete rock got mad cuz j.dilla is the best producer of all time? & dream hampton said it. & he decided to throw sexist insults at her. where as if it was a man, it would be accepted as a hip hop opinion/debate. not only is that disrespectful to dream hampton & to all women, its dispspectful to j.dilla. i hate him now.
i get that same shit. obviously not on the same scale. but anytime i talk about hip hop, some random guy pops up “what you know about???…” which is even more stupid if its a mainstream rapper.
o.o.. & for it to be dream hampton whose made her career doing hip hop writing, you would think they would respect her more as a human being & as a person who knows something about hip hop.
this is some straight bs & the same type of exclusionary, sexist bullshit that makes it difficult for women in all aspects of hip hop, especially as rappers.
The problem with living a life so public is that when you need a break everyone needs to know why. They demand to know where. They want to feel that you need a break from “them” but they are not “them”. They are different. But when you live a life so public, the truth is, everyone is them and people look at you to help make sense of their lives when you’re having problems making sense of your own. When you need to make sense. When you want to be there for everyone. When you put aside your own hurt and pain in order to help someone whose pain is greater. When you don’t want empathy or sympathy. When you can’t stomach another platitude or bible verse. When you don’t care how many fish are in the sea or how many buses you need to get under to feel something other than than nothing. When your phone rings and rings and you can’t answer because you’ll have to explain what happened. When you have no idea what happened. When you have no answers and no one can answer your questions. When you don’t want strangers to miss you. When your friends only want to make sure that you are breathing but “yes, I am” feels like a lie. When you only want to disappear. When you contemplate a job at Target just so you can be a red shirt and khaki pants and point people towards the toothpaste. When all that is wanted or expected of you is that you know what aisle holds the socks. When you spent 2 months in Nigeria nursing broken hearts both the kinds that break out out of love and those that break because doctors just aren’t fast enough. When you mourn too many intangible and tangible things. When you know you need to take care of yourself. When you have forgotten how. When you really do not want to talk to anyone at all. No emails. No texts. When the sound of a ringing phone feels like a death rattle. When twitter is no longer a real place. When Facebook is full of people who have never seen you cry. When you are tired of crying. When you just need to disappear so you do. You just disappear. You just hope everyone forgets you exist. When you can’t stand to hear one more person tell you that they love you because the only person that matters can’t seem to say it and mean it. When that person is you. When that person is you even when you want to offer more, the only thing you have is silence. So you own it and you take it and you say just enough until you can disappear again. So you disappear. Again.
I need three months. Let me have three months. I’ll find you then if anyone is still looking for me. Never apologize for how you choose to take care of yourself.
When I see on Twitter that someone with an egg avatar and two followers has gotten a writer I know to spend ages arguing back and forth about nothing, there is part of me that thinks, “Why bother? The world is full of awfulness; you will never beat back all of it.” We all ignore things all day long; if we didn’t, we’d never get anything done.
Lady gaga “speaks out” against bullying
Macklemore “speaks out” against homophobia
Kanye “goes on a rant” about racism.
Kanye “goes on a rant” about George Bush.
Coded language don’t really be coded tho.
Nicki Minaj “goes on a rant” about sexism.
Oop oop oopity oop did someone drop a bunch of truth over here?