Today I was crowned a hoe…
Yep, me and you and her and her, oh and most definitely her have all been tagged as #teamhoe for having subconsciously memorized every last bar in Big Sean’s super inescapable megahit, “Dance (Ass)”. Sigh. But this is far from the first time I’ve heard statements like this, supposedly you’re one hell of a trashy mctrash if you know the words to a couple Young Money songs as well. What ever happened to sloppy promiscuity? Smashing the whole locker room? Too old fashioned? Men, if you know all the words to Mario Wynan’s whimpering hit “I Don’t Wanna Know,” does that make you a punk bitch?
Admittedly, there is something a ti bit sus about women belting out Hot 97′s misogynistic ditty of the day, as well as the fact that music can well seep into our cerebrums and fog up the morals of our youth. Noted, I get it. But an ishload of us grown women know how to separate entertainment from reality and pass on the message. What happens before and after the recitation is what counts. Guilty pleasures don’t have to equal guilty pleasures, ya dig.
As a follow up to SlutWalk ladies, I propose we strike up a HoeMarch where all we do is skip down Brooklyn roaring tuneful rap lyrics like female Weezies. Who’s with me?
PS: For the record, I’ll be playing this during my entire lunch break : )