Was It Worth It, Robin Thicke?

While I was lost in the tomfoolery of Kendrick Lamar being shut out at the Grammys, I neglected all of the other artists who walked out empty-handed. One such artist was the homie Robin Thicke. Side note, I’m saying “homie” as if I have any connection to this man. Let me stop the foolishness. In any case, despite the massive year Robin had in 2013, he didn’t get any love from the Grammy Committee. In my eyes, that was yet another knock against him since he’s ascended the realm of Commercial Pop Sugary Shit.

Truthfully, I think the success of “Blurred Lines” was the worst thing to ever happen to Robin Thicke. While it was by far his most successful single, and it garnered him more attention than he’s ever had before, all of the fuckery that came along with it couldn’t have been enjoyable. I mean, pick a situation, son. He’s got Marvin Gaye‘s family on his ass for the similarities between his song and “Got To Give It Up.” He looked stupider than Ashlee Simpson on Saturday Night Live when he let Miley Cyrus awkwardly gyrate on him during the Video Music Awards. To top it off, his actual album was certified rotisserie booty meat. Have you heard the shit, son? I couldn’t believe such a talented dude would have the gall to package that piece of excrement and release it to the public.

All in all, I have to ask the question, was it worth it, bruh? Between the lawsuit, the subpar album and the hit to your credibility, was it worth it, man? My only hope is, Robin can look at his bank account in the morning and answer that question with an emphatic “yes!” With that being said, I’m going to just listen to his old shit and pretend like 2013 didn’t happen. I encourage you all to join me. Good day, brethren!

You Love Ratchet Sh*t

First off, I want to begin this post by saying I’m incredibly indebted to anyone who takes the time to actually read my blog. You could’ve been running in circles or philosophizing about “Hammer Pants,” but you took the time to click on the random links I post across social media. For that, I am eternally grateful. Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I’m ashamed of all of you. That’s right, I’m talking to YOU, son! Our culture’s insatiable need for all things ratchet trumps all of the actually important topics we should be discussing. With that being said, I’m treating today’s post as a call to arms. Will you respond?

Truthfully, I got the idea for this post by examining which articles of mine get the most views. Without fail, if I rant about a Pop star, a reality star or anything that is WorldStarHipHop-certified, people hop all over it. When I talk about politicians or any societal ills, I still get a good amount of site clicks, but the numbers are nowhere near as exorbitant. For example, before I revamped the blog, my highest viewed article was a diatribe about the stupid beef between Ludacris, Drake and Big Sean. A close second was my post about the altercation between Frank Ocean and Chris Brown. Mind you, I wrote numerous articles about George Zimmerman, Presidential candidates and Batman, but you fine folks would rather keep up with the TMZ-related bullshit. Side note, I know I shouldn’t have put Batman is the same category, but Bruce Wayne is the Man, man!

To be fair, for a quick millisecond, I thought of only giving the masses unbridled ratchery, but my college degree wouldn’t allow me to, son. While I’ll still make fun of all of the fools who engage in Jedi-level fuckery, I will also continue to spoon-feed y’all the news you need to know. That’s right, I’m doing a service for the people, cotdammit! I feel like the “Rent Is Too Damn High” dude would be proud. On that note, arrivederci, brethren!