If you aren’t already following me on Twitter by now, you’re missing out on all my random ramblings on moral philosophy and other nonsensical bullshit. One of the topics that came up today (and yesterday) on Twitter was the 50 Cent vs. Rick Ross “beef” that’s been all the buzz across the interwebs. I’m not gonna lie; I saw the video that Fiddy put out, in which he interviews the estranged mother of (one of?) Rick Ross’ child(ren?). And yeah, I chuckled a bit, if not for the humor itself then for the absolute absurdity of it all. Why is this shit so alluring to otherwise rational people? Why must nearly every one of my favorite blogs cover this fabricated buffoonery?
I’ve never been the kind of person who reads tabloids. And as soon as I finish watching old re-runs of The Simpsons on FOX at 6:00 PM, I immediately switch the channel so as to avoid the impending, mind-numbing threat of the episode of TMZ which is soon to follow. I guess the mental appetite for news about Jessica Simpson’s expanding waistline resides in the same lobe of the brain that craves for a Ricky/Fiddy “beef”. The power of the human mind; what a crock, eh? Hip hop truly is in bad shape when we can parallel the “news” that’s taking place within the genre to the content in the National Enquirer.
I’ma tell you like The Real told me: “There're things we pretend to care about (50 Cent ending Rick Ross' career); there're things we'll never care about (Soulja Boy v. Bow Wow).”
Fair enough. But I won’t pretend to care about something I… don’t care about. So I won’t be discussing the Ricky Cent beef. At all. But I will play the shit out of that Christian Bale audio that’s circulating…
I’ve never been the kind of person who reads tabloids. And as soon as I finish watching old re-runs of The Simpsons on FOX at 6:00 PM, I immediately switch the channel so as to avoid the impending, mind-numbing threat of the episode of TMZ which is soon to follow. I guess the mental appetite for news about Jessica Simpson’s expanding waistline resides in the same lobe of the brain that craves for a Ricky/Fiddy “beef”. The power of the human mind; what a crock, eh? Hip hop truly is in bad shape when we can parallel the “news” that’s taking place within the genre to the content in the National Enquirer.
I’ma tell you like The Real told me: “There're things we pretend to care about (50 Cent ending Rick Ross' career); there're things we'll never care about (Soulja Boy v. Bow Wow).”
Fair enough. But I won’t pretend to care about something I… don’t care about. So I won’t be discussing the Ricky Cent beef. At all. But I will play the shit out of that Christian Bale audio that’s circulating…
