Quick note on the Oscars last night that will make me sound anti-Memphis although I promise I'm not. I was rooting for Dolly to win the Oscar for Best Song. Watching her perform that song gave me goosebumps. She looks like she may have gone overboard on the plastic surgergy, but damn she can work a crowd. I was ready to get baptized in the river after her "Travelin' Thru" rendition. I like that "It's Hard out Here for a Pimp" song. It's catchy and what not. But I don't think it deserved to even be nominated. Slate's Dana Steven's captures my sentiment more eloquently than I can in this article. She says:
As a nation, should we be worried about the fact that the most heartwarming and spontaneous moment of last night's ceremony involved the idealization of the pimp? How hard is it out there for a ho? And is the academy's newfound pimp-love proof that race trumps gender as well, or would America be just as enamored of a white man singing a song called "Wife-Beater Blues"?
Seriously, would it be so quaint if poor white people were rapping about their meth labs and having to rough up their old lady because she was smoking too much of the supply? Would that be the "white" equivalent of pimpin' out a ho in the ghetto?
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