My 49th year in the third rock, around our inconsequential and so insignificantly normal as to not have a binary companion wearing this bioelectrochemical meat suit and it’s been a spectacular ride. The last few years have been getting hard as more and more of the elders who raised me both celebrity and personal have checked out for various reasons. As the list has grown, so has my knowledge and understanding of the world as I assimilated the information I was being exposed to in the pursuit of and associates of science degree from Sierra College with classes also taken at American River College. That’s where this blog, and all of the associated accounts come from and many of the people I follow have shared things that have influenced my knowledge and how I view the world. It’s the natural side effect of socialization and social networking is more influential then anyone realizes. Last month was Black History Month and it’s the shortest month if the year with only 28 days. Think about the subliminal and intentionally symbolic nature behind this because it is undeniable. I am an anthropologist and as such, I understand culture and how it spreads and mutates. So when I look at the internet and YouTube and social networking, I see Human Culture spreading like an STD at a burning man.
If you follow me, you know that I use the movie Back To The Future as a Tom Sawyer style white washing of American History and they made us enjoy it. When Marty McFly landed in 1955, Jim Crow and segregation we’re still in full effect and the civil Rights era was just beginning to become more organized and prevalent in the news. Goldie Wilson couldn’t eat in that restaurant he was sweeping, while Biff Tannen and crew wouldn’t have gotten too much punishment from lynching him. Goldie needed the white, middle-class kid from the suburbs of the future to inspire him that in the future he would be able to become mayor at a time when he didn’t even have equality. I am not saying they even needed to mention it, but when they did, the way they did was patronizing sentimental bullshit from the people who lived as teenagers through it.
Growing up, early Rap music was all about partying and dancing. I loved going to clubs and it didn’t matter the type of music. I have been the only white guy in an all black night club with Public Enemy on stage performing a song from an album titled Fear Of A Black Planet without a fear because I knew so many people in the club. I was lost in YouTube watching LMFAO music videos and then Redfoo videos and then Rockwell’s video when suddenly there’s Sir Mix-a-lot and oh, my gawd Becky, look at his gutt, dude got fat. What’s interesting is that he is in front of a prominent, meaning large, symphonic orchestra and from his verbiage he is about to do Baby’s Got Back and he asks for women in the stage. As expected it’s mostly middle class soccer noms in expensive dresses and heels and I am sure from my description and your imagination they are mostly white or very light skinned. I’m not surprised all of them knew the lyrics and the lingo when the song started but there was only one who knew how to truly dance and shake her money maker in high heels with the skill.and grace of someone who has wrapped her hands around that pole where a dollar determines how far she gyrates and strips off her clothes. Sorry. Distracted. Shit happens at 4:20, it’s 6:56 and this is all I have written so far and I started at 9 am.
Seriously though, all of these women knew the words and the symphony played along and Sir Mix-A-Lot rapped and had a good old time with the audience singing along. They arrested 2-Live Crew for vulgar language in the early 90’s and a performance like the one in this video would have gotten arrests by local authorities and FCC fines if televised because a white woman was gyrating her backside against a black man’s pelvis like Janet taking it from Dr Frankenfurter and suddenly I’m in a time slip. That’s the realization of just how far reaching the impact of Black Americans and their contribution to our cultural identity where middle class forty-something soccer-moms are shaken their money makers like they did after high school and college trying to get the right guy to take them home that night like the pop song indicated. Which one? Your pick there are so many. The got up on stage with s fat, old black guy to celebrate their middle-aged asses.