Gay fucking shit newscaster
It was awesome.Įven more amazing is that this new form of say-anything racial discourse is intertwined with popular culture. For example, today in line at the liquor store, a girl who couldn’t have been more than 15, described me as “super white for a Mexican,” and then she started laughing maniacally. And if there’s anything young people love more than masturbating in the shower, it’s talking openly about race, so much so that it’s actually kind of creepy.
After all, the next step in homo-sapiens-ism togetherness is being as open as we can about race and sex-until all of us are squirming in our chairs and vomiting all over the linoleum floor.Īnyway, most youth-and I mean real youth, like the hormonally-challenged 16-year-old virgins with acne grease dripping from their chins-are a million steps ahead of old folks when it comes to social justice. So let’s just talk like humans for a second. And guess what, Billy Bob? We can’t unsee people of color! And as much as we plug our ears, gay people are even louder. The color-blindness of yesteryear is a myth. And, while we’re at it, so are Mexicans and homosexuals. But race relations in America are in our direct line of vision. They’re pretty much just talking, but with rhymes.
I know I’m supposed to be writing about the Tyler, the Creator and Earl Sweatshirt show at Ace of Spades, but I really just want to talk about race and gender relations in America, so fuck it.