Once upon a time in Brooklyn, I found myself at one of those Spike Lee parties. This was back when Black Sheep owned the soul of every dancer when the hook swung in 'engine engine number nine..' So I'm at this swanky flat in Ft Greene and homeboy in dreads is holding court.
He explains to the smitten crowd that as a tenured professor at an Ivy League school, he is a WASP nightmare, and the mojo he throws curveball stylee at the generic midwestern white crowd is even more spectacular. You see all of their lives, these cherry cheeked bohunks scatched and scraped to get their babies into college. Not just any college, but a fancy tip top East Coast college. All their lives they have instructed their offspring to respect their professors in order to get their ticket punched into the good life, aka non-trailer trash non-ghetto life. And all of their provincial lives they have encountered teachers of the composition of William H. Macy.
Now Dread Philosopher King Mandingo stands between Becky and the brass ring, and the white collective shits bricks. And he just can't wait until parents night. With all their wealth and privilege there is fuck all they can do to a tenured professor - it would make a mockery of everything they've been preaching their entire lives. Thus, homeboy is the embodiment of the Wake Up Call.
People actually stopped dancing to hear this.
He explains to the smitten crowd that as a tenured professor at an Ivy League school, he is a WASP nightmare, and the mojo he throws curveball stylee at the generic midwestern white crowd is even more spectacular. You see all of their lives, these cherry cheeked bohunks scatched and scraped to get their babies into college. Not just any college, but a fancy tip top East Coast college. All their lives they have instructed their offspring to respect their professors in order to get their ticket punched into the good life, aka non-trailer trash non-ghetto life. And all of their provincial lives they have encountered teachers of the composition of William H. Macy.
Now Dread Philosopher King Mandingo stands between Becky and the brass ring, and the white collective shits bricks. And he just can't wait until parents night. With all their wealth and privilege there is fuck all they can do to a tenured professor - it would make a mockery of everything they've been preaching their entire lives. Thus, homeboy is the embodiment of the Wake Up Call.
People actually stopped dancing to hear this.
I just wanted to pull that story out of the archives of my brain because a blogger I know just reminded me of the DPKM.
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