2001-07-10 || 10:53 a.m.

Hipping and hopping, I just ain't stopping...

It took about twelve seconds of Nelly and his bitches twitching and rolling across the screen to tire me out. I couldn't even find a cute one to focus on, as the girls all looked exactly alike: same legs, same arses, same tits and oval faces, same whitegirl wannabe hair, same stripper-in-a-box bump and grind dancemoves as everyone else, from Snoop to Shaggy to whoknowswho. It's as if they've just cloned Beyonc� Knowles over and over again for use as the prototype hiphop video sexpot girl-- not that she's anything other than drop-dead phenominbal, mind. I just think that she's the single *whitest* black girl I've ever seen, bootiliscious or not.

And though Beyonc� and the girls told the Toronto Sun that while they're sexy, they're never nasty, I think that this outweighs that statement by about a thousand words or so...

Also, listening to Beyonc� = accepting that to be an Independent Woman, all you need is several million bucks from your profitable recording contract; that the best clothes for a desert island survival course are camo bikini tops and short-shorts; and that declaring your body to be too bootiliscious *isn't* skanky as hell.

Christ, it's 2001, and a large percentage of the women on this planet still accept dressing, singing, and dancing to please their suggah daddies, yo. Um, that's called 'chattel,' by the by. You might recognise that approach from your MEDI�VAL HISTORY classes...

Waitaminit! Casual, stringless sex and utter command over hot-arsed bitches who dance exactly like ExLover and worship the homey with the highest bling-bling? Hey, must be the money...



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