Oh, Busta Rhymes. You silly bitch.
DISCLAIMER: I haven’t liked Busta Rhymes in a long, long time. I stopped liking him musically when he went solo, and illustrated that he had devolved significantly since his days with Leaders of the New School, one of my favorite old-school (ha…) hip-hop outfits. Don’t get me wrong. I mean, I dug ”Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check” as much as the next American high school senior. You could dance to that shit. But, er-uh, it was no “Teachers Don’t Teach Us Nonsense.” Hell, it wasn’t even a”Zone Coasters.”
Long story short, it was fairly obvious to me even before his general assholery was revealed by his public shenanigans that Busta was slippin’ a LOT. When hip-hop blogstress extraordinaire Jasmyne Cannick blasted Busta for a violent homophobic physical altercation with a fan some years back, I officially washed my hands of Mr. Rhymes. (At the time, there was loads of virtual chitty-chat and speculation regarding the nature of Busta’s level of virulence; the Black queer blogosphere positively sizzled with the rumors. I won’t repeat them in this post, but if you’d like to read more, this piece summed it all up nicely. ) Fast-forward, 2009. I’m on Teh Twitteh, minding my own, when someone I follow tweets a link to this bullshit.
Y’all, I don’t even know where to start with this. I really don’t. And you know what? I’m not even gonna attempt it, because frankly, he isn’t worth it. Nope. What I WILL say is that MY gay peeps would never, ever let me leave the house looking like I lost my fucking mind and wearing this right chyeah.Explore posts in the same categories: Blogosphere, LGBT, Media, alternative, Pop culture, that's that BULLLLSHIT! comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.