A part of me appreciates Kanye West for being so left field. Even if I wouldn’t model my hair after a biker named Big Sal or Pepe Le Pew, you have to admire someone willing to walk around with a nappy mullet. Wait, no you don’t. He looks the fool. Pity the fool even. As in if Mr. T’s hair gave birth to a son, it would probably look like Kanye West in this picture. I don’t care how ahead of the curve he’s purported to be. That shit is wrong.
And maybe I’m not that materialistic, but I don’t get the guy’s obsession with Louie Vuitton. He talks about Louie Vuitton to the point where I wonder if he could get his Louie bag pregnant, would he?
Then there’s this video. Whenever you want to cut for dude, he throws out some bullshit like this. I suppose it’s all about what makes you happy, and no one needs to smile more than this guy. I get that it’s in jest, and I’ve learned not to take him seriously, but I still think Martin Luther King III ought to sit on Kanye.
The more I hear him talk about how great he is, the more I think he’s got to be one of the most insecure people in the public eye. Maybe on Earth. We all have our insecurities. Some of us are a bit more pressed to make you believe otherwise, though.
I’m not the fashionista Kanye is, and maybe that’s why I don’t get it. Artists are free spirits, and it doesn’t get any freer than this picture below.
Either they’re really forward thinking with their fashion or they’re auditioning for the gay mafia. The latter would explain why Kanye comes across as an annoying queen at times. So is Kanye just ahead of his time, am I a victim of close minded stereotyping, or does he need a hug? I’m thinking there’s a little truth in each.