Robo-ho’s, Nappy-Headed Ho’s, and Press Ho’s

I’m not sure what disgusts me more: Journalists and others within the media backtracking and slithering their way out of the bullshit and turmoil they create, or media/camera whores like Al Sharpton swooping in and taking advantage of a crisis and/or drama in order to take yet another opportunity to self-promote and plaster themselves on the boob-tube. In case you didn’t hear the story, Harvey Levin (TMZ.com) recently referred to Beyonce as a ‘Robo-Ho’ in response to the ‘robot’ outfit she sported in her recent performance at the BET Music Awards. Of course, like in the Don Imus (“Nappy-Headed Ho’s”) incident, Ole’ Rev Daddy Sharpton took the opportunity to slick the hair back and flash the pearly whites. As expected, Harvey Levin played the free speech card, but what was most disappointing was his backtracking under the pressure and implying that he wasn’t necessarily calling Beyonce a ‘Ho’, rather just her outfit. Come on Harvey, either stick to your guns and deal with the repercussions if that’s how you truly felt, or simply shut the hell up. For the record, I did not feel that Don Imus should have been fired for his comments, nor do I think Harvey Levin should be taken to task for his stupid comments. Were their comments out of line? Sure. Coarse and callous? Of course. Irresponsible and unnecessary? Absolutely. But how is it any different from the everyday vernacular that we are all guilty of using? We live in a society that glorifies violence, foul and distasteful humor, all while bumping music that encourages pimpin bitches and making it rain on them hoes. And you know something? I fucking love it. I’m all for free speech and having the ability to say what you feel, with a certain amount of decency and respect for others of course.

The hypocrisy and double-standard of our society is mind-blowing. Secretly gay Senators are the biggest public homophobes, the people we elect to defend and ensure our rights are the biggest criminals and crooks on the face of the Earth, men of the cloth rape little boys, and the gawd-damn Terminator is the California Governor. Listen party people, maybe I’m just not as sensitive or in-tune with things because I’m not a parent, but regardless of that fact I still think people should be able to say whatever they want and whenever they want to say it….as long as they man-up about it and sleep in their bed they’ve made. Just as I think people should have the right to free speech, I also firmly believe in and enjoy the greatest opponent of such freedom: discretion. When I realized Imus was a bitter, old, crotchety douchebag (LONG before the Nappy..), I decided at that time to simply turn him off, and choose to tune into something else. Just as all of you have the right to do if you don’t like what I have to say. There’s this magical little ‘x’ in the upper right-hand corner for all of those that choose to use it. But of course you won’t do that, you might just miss out on the next big thing…or at least the next time I find a comical way to call Paris a slut.