I’ve been fighting off doing this post for weeks now because I didn’t want to speak ill of a show and a creator that I’ve long admired. But, it needs to be said: The last season of The Boondocks was really, really awful.

Honestly, the show has always been off and on since it began airing (when it’s brilliant, it is…when it’s not, yikes), but the final season was a huge disappointment overall.

Those of you who have been reading this site for years know that I’m a huge fan of the strip and Aaron McGruder.

So much that up until maybe last year, the profile picture on the right of the page wasn’t of me, but the main character, Huey Freeman.

That’s because years ago I discovered the strip after so many people from different circles in my life began to tell me how much I reminded them of Huey all around the same time.

Once I found out about the strip I fell in love with it and developed a huge admiration for its creator.

I dug up every interview I could find with Aaron, purchased every book he released of the strip to catch up with all that had gone on, and waited anxiously for the strip to transition to television.

I still remember the profile The New Yorker did of Aaron McGruder at the time the show was set to premiere on FOX.

I read that profile over and over again. It gave me something to aspire to and I really believed in the promise of the show.

Even last year, when I went on an interview and was asked about what my favorite shows were I immediately started off with The Boondocks.

I explained how good it was to see a funny, smart, satirical show that offered comedy and sociopolitical commentary from the black perspective.

That was something really missing from television and for people like me who hope to add balance to what’s out there, all we had. After watching this past season, I’d rather start all over with nothing.

It started off okay with its season premiere, which highlighted Aaron’s obvious annoyance with President Obama (that was evident in other episodes, but offered no explanation but I digress) and the borderline worship he receives from his enthusiasts.

Then it just got terrible.

I know Aaron’s penchant for use of the word “nigga” has always been a touchy subject for some. I’ve always felt the word was thrown out a little too freely, but I got over it.

This season, though, was like a 13-episode tribute to the fucking word.

Nigga.

Nigga.

Nigga.

Nigga.

Nigga.

Nigga.

Just about every damn episode.

At one point I yelled at the screen, “Damn, nigga, we get it.”

If I could sum up this season in seven words I’d go with the following: Nigga, chicken, kung-fu, nigga, pause, nigga, no homo.

Speaking of “pause” and “no homo,” in all seriousness, what was up with the constant gay jokes?

The episode “A Date With The Booty Warrior” was really uncomfortable.

As in, why does this man know more about anal sex than a dildo at a lonely queen’s house?

I remember Aaron poking fun at the irony of hip-hop’s homophobia given the genre was marred in homoeroticism (the jewelry, oiled bodies, constant calls for other men to suck their dicks).

Interesting how things have turned out, because many of these episodes reminded of all the stupid sum bitches who talk one way about gay men but are ready to perform “Say Ahh” in private the moment a dick is whipped out.

Some people have reminded me that Aaron is a satirist. Yes, he is, and the best way to bring that up to me is bringing up episodes from the previous two seasons. Better yet, hold up a copy of A Right To Be Hostile.

Just don’t bring up this season of the show.

Worst of all, this season itself wasn’t all that funny, and yes, I’m including that hate letter to Tyler Perry that so many people adored.

Yes, that episode has its moments but for the most part, I found it to be disrespectful. So much of Aaron’s points were valid, but it got lost in beating the audience over the head with the fact that he believes Tyler Perry is gay. There’s poking fun and then there’s flat out being insulting.

He get lost in the myriad of reasons to get at Tyler and poke fun by sticking to his perception that he thinks he likes to get poked in Jesus’ name.

Granted, Tyler Perry has made one too many swipes at gays in his work, but in the end, naan one of these two seem to care about my kind and I know the difference between pointing out a perceived tragic irony and using someone’s alleged orientation against them all the same.

And I think what I hated most about the episode was the fact that after this season Aaron McGruder isn’t in much of a position to be taking about Tyler Perry.

You can’t roast someone for being stereotypical and pandering to a certain audience for quick laughs when you’re employing the exact same tactics.

Tyler panders to his audience the same way most creators do. That’s kind of how it works. If you believe certain themes are dangerous to a community already being force-fed the worst in the media, that’s one thing. And in fact, I agree with you. However, you can’t talk about one evil being wrong as you exploit others.

Aaron has long said his intentions were to make money, not anything else, and it became more evident because the satirical nature to his work gave way for fast laughs. It’s obvious in the diminished role of Huey Freeman in the show.

The nuance was lost, the ratings soared as a result of it.

That said, while I appreciate the promise of the show, given the direction it was going I can’t say I’ll miss it as much as I initially thought.

As for Tyler and other humor people consider “low brow,” no, I’m not “excusing” it but I am saying some of us need to be fairer in our criticism.

In this instance, it’s like they’re both talking about chicken, but some give the other a pass because at least that one is eating white meat. It reeks of elitism or flat out bullshit (though the terms are typically interchangeable).

And don’t act like you don’t appreciate that reference to chicken. You sure laughed when Aaron McGruder made a flu out of it. You probably want some now, too.

Fine, but before you go, drop me a note.

1. Does anyone else now have a greater appreciation for Britney Spears’ performance at the 2007 MTV Video Music Awards?

2. Why is The Game aggressively humping on this girl like he’s hopped up on Viagra and True Blood?

3. Would anyone be surprised if he turned out to be a repressed bottom?

4. Can someone let the music artists of today know that not everyone needs a mixtape?

5. Isn’t so nice to see LeToya getting along with both Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams?

6. How can people continue to deny Nicki Minaj?

7. Didn’t NeNe tell people to close their legs to married men?

8. As much as I’d love for that pathetic, sad whore, Kat Stacks to go away, wouldn’t another person just like her pop up 20 minutes after she vanished?

9. Speaking of that celebrity cum catcher, if Kat Stacks could actually form a coherent sentence she would be a New York Times best-selling author now, huh?

10. Was this song particularly created for Dallas, New Orleans, and Detroit because I can’t think of anyone else this geeked about Coogi?

11. Is Katy Perry to Lady GaGa what Ashanti once was to Beyonce?

12. Are ya’ll up on K. Michelle yet?

13.  Doesn’t Bobby Valentine look ready to go pride weekend cruising in Atlanta?

14. Can you believe that this is really the last season of The Oprah Winfrey Show?

15. Instead of putting out bullshit campaign ads that no one with a clue actually takes seriously, shouldn’t BP use that money for their paltry clean up efforts?

16. But why does that Justin Bieber with Kanye & Raekwon kind of knock, though?

17. Who’s going to convince T.I. or Chris Brown to hire a speech coach before each does their next movie?

18. How much longer will President Obama keep up this ‘too cool’ temperament act up before he realizes it often does more harm than good?

19. Can Betty White stay with us forever?

20. How often do you go on a celebrity blog and say to yourself, “Who in the fuck are these people?!”

I really despise Billy Dee Williams for saying this in Mahogany, because he truly put fear in many people’s hearts – fear that’s been since passed on to generation after generation.

Let it be known that while I am often single, this post is not reeking of couple envy. It is however doused in frustration over some people who only seem to want to talk about relationships.

All the damn time.

Their relationships, whatever relationship they feel I should have (sweet, but stop), the relationships of others, and maybe your relationships, too, if you shared so much as a first initial of whoever it is you’re dating.

Why? Well, because no one wants to end up alone, right? Not being married or at least living in sin is like the worst thing ever?

That is according to those creepy Washington Post articles about black women being bound to a life of loneliness. There have also been articles printed across the pond about white women developing “Bridget Jones” disorder. You know, the same sad scenario only in a different color and fancier accent.

And when I’m not dodging questions about my dating life or entertaining diatribes about the dating life of others, I’m seeing posts all across the Web dedicated to everything relationships.

Who wants to get married? Why doesn’t he want to get married? Where can I find a boo? Why don’t I have a man? Will I ever get married? Will they?

Meanwhile, I’m a workaholic who is the product of an embittered marriage. Combined with the fact that I’ve never had a real boyfriend (I’ve dated, had someone I called a fake boyfriend, obsessed over someone I would push you into traffic if it meant I could have him, and been annoyed with others) and you can see how far having a relationship ranks on my list.

If you can’t figure it out, let me help you: It’s way below having a successful career, clearing my debt, having a nice living, and right above having an unlimited Chick-fil-A card.

So you know, the idea of being someone who can I appreciate me is there, but I opt not to obsess over it.

Maybe I’m so used to being alone and not seeing many successful relationships that it’s made my way of thinking out of wack. I’m almost grateful for that after seeing the alternatives.

I was doomed to be jaded considering what I saw growing up, and experience has since made me even more jaded. So much that I’ve told some of my friends that I could see myself being super duper successful but alone.

Oh, does such a statement spook some. The reaction is typically like, “What? You sad little clown. You can’t say that. You just can’t.”

Why? Because it does indeed sound sad, but even sadder is the fear that it could happen to them, too.

Then again, I’ve seen the number children, marriage, and infatuation and obsessions with “ideal standards” sponsored by Hallmark have done to people. Eh is all I can say.

What’s my solution? I don’t obsess over it.  Whatever happens will so I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it and I’d rather not that be the main thing I’m always on when I open my mouth.

Cool?

Apparently, not to everyone.

I’m perplexed (but not surprised) that in the worst economic period in several decades, that there are plenty of people more pressed about not having a date than what a clusterfuck their generation is in.

It would be great if people multi-task in their thinking, but yeah, doesn’t happen often enough. Some are one-dimensional. Some only want to talk about relationships.

Again: All the damn time.

What kills me about it is that none of the talking seems really progressive. When I witness these discussions they all seem like a rehash of cliché’s that makes me feel like I’m recreating Love Jones. With you breeders anyway.

I mean no disrespect if these sort of conversations are your thing, but dear God, I’d rather masturbate on a cactus than lead such a life.

There’s having nice frank conversations every now and then, and then there’s you creeping me the fuck out.

The press has really done a number of some people, huh?

It’s why you so many are capitalizing on this hysteria by becoming relationship gurus despite that naan ring being on their finger. Not that it matters given there are plenty of suckers ready to indulge them because they can’t help it.

Another day, another topic for sure.

Look, I’m not going to pretend that I’m impervious to pain and gleefully smile through my cynical outlook on love.

However, I have my moments and then I move forward. I have so much else to focus on. Like that tramp Sallie Mae who won’t remove herself from my nuts. The same can be said of that tick known as for that Citibank.

Student loan shade aside, tell me you understand what I mean? Lie if you don’t. Call me grouchy if you must. I’ll still want those who can only think about and speak only of their search of “the one” crazy all the same.

Sadly, she’s sort of on to something. That is, if she were smarter than the average hooker – or at least half as smart as the Mrs. Garrett of tramps, Karrine Steffans. But she’s not so in the end, she won’t get as far as she’d like.

She may host “college nights” in D.C. (what the fuck, Washington) and collect a coin from World Star Hip Hop, but because she’s such an ignorant buzzard the chances of her developing an empire off several rappers skeeting down her throat like Mrs. Eddie Winslow are slim. Her chances of hitting the herpes lottery look promising, though.

With that in mind it’s understandable why so many would loathe such a loud, obnoxious, stupid piece of shit no matter how sad her story is.

Yet, over the course of days I’ve noticed that some people have been doing the most.

It’s one thing to dislike someone who is sophomoric and abusive towards the English language, but it’s another to wish bodily harm and death on a person you don’t even known personally (and yes, it’s bad enough to wish things on a person you actually do know, too).

Yesterday, Katherine Stacks tweeted the following:

I have to say that despite my disdain for her she has a point. She’s probably lying, but if she weren’t law enforcement would take her seriously.

After seeing Carmelo Anthony tweet what was essentially a hit out on her, I myself tweeted and asked what was wrong with him?

You all do realize all jokes aside, things like that can be used against you in a court of law, right?

You know, felonies and all that? Do you men and women really want to end up in jail where some brute will end up wearing you like a pair of booty pop panties over a stupid tweet to an idiot?

An idiot who tweets nonsense like this:

@iHateKatStacks: #LittleKnownFactAboutMe I swallow cum like a pill & make you pay my next bill

Is this who you want to lose to?

I can completely understand responding to her if provoked, but she hasn’t given me any venereal disease so though I may not like her, I don’t want to participate in trending topics centered on her would be funeral.

Seriously, there were people chiming away about her last going away party. What kind of fake ass Addams Family nonsense is that?

I also don’t want to participate in anything related to snatching her cheap wig. The idea of beating up on a woman – no matter how irritating she may be – isn’t something I find amusing.

Why would anyone take joy in that? How twisted are some people? And yes, I’m passing judgment. This site is called The Cynical Ones, not I won’t say anything mean because my auntie said Jesus would cry if I did dot com.

Not to sound overly preachy, but while I think it’s fine for folks to talk about what a slutty, misguided, in need of a hug idiot she is, I’m not sure it’s to wish violence and/or certain death on her via the Internet.

Say she looks like a dick with a face.

Make it known that you hope CPS takes her child away.

Pray to God that God blesses her with a clue.

Speculate on whether or not her vagina wants to run away from home.

You can even tell her that you hope RAID develops repellent specifically designed for her.

Fine. Say all that, but can you please not wish death on her? Or threaten violence? Please. Can ya’ll promise me that?

I find it all nearly as sad as her life.

Of course, moving around a lot to various cities outside of the south over the years has certainly tested my principles. I’ve been reminded plenty of times by women not to refer to them as ma’am because it makes them feel old. Usually, the women who sass me over ma’am are indeed old and insecure, but no matter, as you wish…my lady.

Several times have I gotten odd looks from women after opening the door for them. Like, “What in the fuck is wrong with you? I can open my own damn door.” Or flat out befuddlement. I’m not sure it’s because I’m a gentleman or if it’s because I’m a black gentleman (only in some instances – when it’s super obvious). Nevertheless, I behave the way I was raised to be – well, minus being heterosexual, church going, and whatever other heteronormative standard my mama preferred I adhered to.

I’m even polite enough not to force my ways onto other people. However, I have something to share with ya’ll and I hope I don’t sound like whiner for saying it: I really fucking hate when people just randomly talk to me without saying hello.

Like, on Facebook and Twitter I get it, but c’mon now, when there’s open ended conversations by way of IM, text, or BBM, can’t you be bothered to say a greeting first before you go into whatever you’re about to say? Especially if you’re about to ask me for something.

A hello goes a long way, you heffas. I say heffa with love, of course.

I’m trying to not sound all fancy (huh) as if I’m the Duke of Hiram Clarke and therefore require extra courtesy, but seriously, I find it rude. Not intentionally rude, but rude all the same. Everyone’s in a rush to get their point across that they don’t even stop to say hello to a person.

And that’s sort of disappointing.

OK, so that was melodramatic but I felt like I was on a roll. But do you see what I mean?

I’m not perfect. As fast as my fingers and mouth usually go I sometimes slip up. But, I will say, though, I usually catch myself after the first quick statement and add a hello, a hi, hey, what up, you get it. Or I’ll say something slick intentionally and note that it was my silly means of saying such.

I feel like some of my friends are going to think I’m indirectly targeting them. I’m not. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for months. Some of my friends will read this and not give a damn and well proceed to carry on as is.

That’s fine, too, but I hope at least four of you will stop and think, “I’m going to start telling my friends ‘hi’ before I proceed to bum rush their phone or chat boxes.”

And for the record, not saying goodbye and leaving an open conversation just hanging is irritating as hell, too.

You’re welcome…and shit.

As someone who monetarily supported Jazmine Sullivan with her debut album and is still hoping that she gets the acclaim she deserves, I have to say I don’t know what her people were thinking by selecting this as her first single.

It’s not that it’s a big song. It’s cool, but that just it – it’s cool. It doesn’t really excite me, doesn’t really pique my interest. It’s simply, you know, aight.

The same can be said about the video. An 80s theme, shout outs to Nuvo, how 2009. Girl, we on Conjure (although I’ve never had it, but still) and Ciroc now — step ya cookies up!

This is kind of like her first video, only a better version of it.

Overall, though, the video is cute and I like the cameos from 80s rappers. Thank God Lil’ Kim was still on the playground likely chasing somebody else’s man then. We don’t need her mad at anyone else.

I like the homage to House Party and I do appreciate her showing us a little personality. Still, it didn’t really alter my opinion of the song. Jazmine has offered what’s essentially a dope mixtape track when she’s in need of an undeniable hit.

Maybe this song will ultimately do well because it’s aided by a number of familiar samples, but as someone who salivated over songs like “Lions, Tigers, & Bears” and “Bust Your Windows,” I have to say I’m kind of disappointed.

But, hey, I’m still probably going to buy the album.

For the seven of you who’ve watched Trey Songz: My Moment, you know that Trey thinks he has what it takes to be a big time actor.

To his credit, minus those ugly cries he gave us, he did alright in his video for “Yo Side of The Bed.”

This shit right here, though, is a little too much. I had to pause about a minute in to see if I could mentally count how many different expressions he gave in 60 seconds. I lost count around 97.

OK, let’s just skip to the part that matters: His shirt being off.

If this world were mine (shout out to Luther), I’d be able to make my fortune reading off the words on Trey Songz’ chest – you know, proofreading and shit. I can assure you I’d make the overtime worth his wild it so if anyone hears about such a position opening, I’ll pass my resume and whatever underwear is required.

That said, thank you, Tremaine, for giving your fans the money shot. It’s enough to make me forget that your acting coach is an R. Kelly fan and that you basically remade Usher’s video for “Confessions.”

Oh yeah, I love the song. It’s nice to hear him sing about something besides sex – although my sexually laden review basically confirms why his subject matter shifted to such.

P.S. Negro, hire a black woman next time.

First off, let me note that the other day I was on EW.com and tried really hard to listen to the single but halfway had to stop.

Not because it was bad, rather I instantly thought of piss. As in stained toilet seats, urinary tract deficiency, and that episode of Sex & the City where Carrie was dating that golden shower-loving politician.

It probably doesn’t help that I’ve been referring to R. Kelly as “Pissy” for the last six years or so, but you get me, right?

In my defense, I could’ve thought of worse – like those stupid blond braids he had for that even dumber song, “Hair Braider.” If Roger Troutman weren’t already dead that bullshit certainly would’ve killed him.

I will give it to this man in dying need of therapy and cranberry juice – he can “write” a good song (the functional illiterates don’t use pens, hence the quotation marks).

Most have forgotten that given the terrible offerings he’s been sending to radio in recent years, but back in his prime Pissy could deliver a decent song. This four-minute tribute to the 1960s is a nice example of such.

I’m not in love with the song, but I can see why some people will be.

Look, he creeps me out now, however, this video doesn’t have him making references to magic flutes that lure children to his den and it doesn’t look like he’s pretending to be an artist who is pretending to be him.

For the state of his career, these are all good signs.

I’m still calling him Pissy, though.

Alright so I’ve dropped my two pennies, I’d be much oblige if you left yours.

I believe that’s been my expression for a few days now. I think it’s what adults call the worries of working. Believe me, it’s overrated. As I get over that and myself, allow me to run ya’ll a couple of updates.

One, if you’re interested, I’m doing a radio interview for a Blog Talk Radio program called The Gay Agenda.

A reader was nice enough to reach out to me and after much delay (mainly my fault), I’m going to do the interview. Will be talking entertainment, blogging, politics and – gulp – me.

If you’re interested in listening in or sending questions, you can find information for all of that here.

I’m not really sure I have a gay agenda outside of the desire to be treated as if I don’t have a toe growing out of my ear and spreading Beyonce’s love so we’ll see how this conversation goes.

The write up for me sounds super duper nice. Almost too nice. I was referred to as an LGBT activist. One week I’m deemed a comedian, the next an activist. Maybe this is the path I’ll ultimately take but until then, I’m consider myself a writer in need of a book deal (but I need to shut up and get my proposal together, coming…I swear), and a spiffy brownstone in Brooklyn. Oh, and silly things like health insurance (with a job that won’t cause me to need it for rehab).

But yes, I’ll be on the program tonight between 8-9 pm EST. If you’re on West Coast time, it’s two days ago.

People are learning I’m alive. What a reason to jig, get it big.

OK, with that said next topic.

I wrote a piece for Aol News about the “ebonics” translator. I think the title is silly, but I find the criticism even sillier. It seems the DEA is being practical versus political. If you’d like to read why I feel that way, click here.

Last and certainly not least, I hope you have rocked the boat, worked the middle and changed positions in honor of the late Aaliyah.

Yes, some people are fans come lately, no, she wasn’t an opera singer but why do people feel the need to say this every single year?

She was talented, beautiful, and most of all, seemed genuine. And she kept her business to herself — a lot art in entertainment if there ever were one.

Her last album was so well put together and it’s unfortunate we didn’t get to hear more from her.

God rest her soul.

Alright, so that’s everything. Updates to come tomorrow. If not, feel free to curse me out.

OK, you can go twirk now:

In hindsight, maybe last year I was bit too harsh on Ciara. I don’t take anything I said back as I still believe the direction she chose to go in was ill advised and your lack of monetary support to her recent creative efforts proves it. But you know, maybe I could’ve been a wee bit nicer in how I articulated the fact that Ciara was heading down a road to irrelevant island.

I have to give the girl some credit, though, she’s really trying to do whatever it takes to regain her momentum.

She’s put those MC Hammer pants back on and slowed down what seemed like a forced evolution. There’s nothing wrong with pushing boundaries and growth, but you can’t go from Lil’ Jon to Euro pop in two minutes and expect your fans to follow along.

That’s why I’m glad she’s back to a sound that bridges where she was and where she wants to go.

And look, she’s actually trying to dance again versus doing kegel exercises and positions she picked up from reading the Kama Sutra.

That is, for most of this performance clip anyway.

I’m trying to figure out if I’m being too nit picky when I say there’s still something a bit off.

First, let me point out that not many people can be built like Deion Sanders in his prime and out twirk Diamond at her peak.

She makes me feel bad on both levels and for that, shout outs to her, her trainer, and her thigh muscles.

That said, I kind of wish she’d try to do some more challenging choreography in the way Janet Jackson used to.

Obviously, Ciara is not Janet Jackson. She’s actually kind of more comparable to MC Hammer as a performer, but still, while I enjoyed watching this clip she kind of lost me once she got to “Ride.”

She is surely getting it, but why do I feel like I owe her some singles?

I’m all for doing nasty, proactive, drop it low dance routines. I get a special joy whenever I myself drop to the ground and pick it all back up. But, I’m not a dancer. I have rhythm and all that, but if you asked me to do some extensive choreography, Laurie Ann Gibson would likely end up bitch slapping me into submission.

The same cannot be said of someone of Ciara’s caliber, so keeping that in mind, why is she sticking with dance routines that any sexually frustrated gay man can do after one too many Ciroc and raspberry lemonades…allegedly.

I think that more than anything is why I came off so strong on her last year: I just feel she can do more with the gifts she has.

I remember being excited when she first came out. I liked the aggression she showed on stage, I liked the attitude she had in her music, and I appreciated that she was filling a void for music fans left by the death of Aaliyah and the disappearance of Janet Jackson’s creativity (I think she lost it in her divorce settlement with Rene Elizondo).

I really think the younger generation deserves like some grand singer-dancer the same way I had Janet and Aaliyah to look to. With all due respect to my queen, the premiere performer of her generation, Beyonce, she’s more of the Tina Turner and Diana Ross variety.

I just hope Ciara ultimately rises to the occasion and gives me something memorable like this:

Granted, there’s an equal amount of sexuality in this clip as it is in Ciara’s but Janet’s routine requires a bit of skill to execute.
It’s not just something any fast kid can do on the playground when they’re hopped on Koolaid and YouTube clips stored to memory.

Then again, Ciara’s fans seem to love what she’s doing now so maybe I’m just old and should take comfort in the fact that I, too, now have a chance at stardom because I can hum on key and channel my inner stripper with the best of them.

I’m actually now more interested in the album than I was a few months prior so in that respect, Ciara’s winning me over. I just feel she could really go to the level she wants to be at if she put more effort into her act.

Alright, let me go run a lap. This girl’s stomach seriously has me reevaluating my life and fitness goals.
Drop a couple notes of in the comment section.

P.S. Even if you don’t agree with anything I say in this post, just enjoy that “Throb” performance. Better yet, just enjoy Omar in that clip. If you don’t can’t look at that man and understand why I don’t bow before the power of the p-u-s-s-y then there’s nothing else I can tell you.

People have been picking a part how “gay” so many of the current dances look for years now.

In a perfect world, those who feel that silly dances are more potent than DNA in determining one’s sexuality would ultimately change their minds. Or at the very least, fall off into the abyss with the other morons who serve as daily reminders of why the phrase, “Swallow more” should become America’s favorite new catch phrase.

But, obviously we don’t live in a perfect world so my eyes are still marred by dimwitted musings like the following:

THAT f***ING DANCE LOOK LIKE A f*gGOTT DANCE,, I KEEP TRYING TO TELL n*ggaS THAT s*** IS SOME f*gGOT SHHITTTT,,,HANDS ON HIP LIKE A f***ING WOMEN WTF

And:

yeah he killed it for a g*y man…wow…stop with all these g*y dances…if you flamed up..no disrespect handle ya DOUGIE…but stop this s***…grown, young men that are str8..should not partake in this B.S…

And:

YOU KNOW WHAT I BET THIS F@GOTT TAKE IT UP THE A$$ TOO DOUGIE THAT FU(KING, DOUCHE BAG, I WISH I WOULD CATCH MY KID DOING THAT SH!T IN THE MIRROR,,WTF THIS SH!T LOOK LIKE A F@GG@OT WIT TERRETS ,, FU(K OUT OF HERE…

Nevermind chances are these e-thugs don’t even get 1/110^th of the women Chris gets.

I’ve even seen similar sentiments conveyed in more articulate fashion (i.e. complete sentences) on Twitter, Facebook, and in person.

I find these attitudes no matter how they’re expressed to be sophomoric, counterproductive, and most of all, dangerous to black men.

To be fair, I understand some of the criticism. I’ve seen many of these dances and yes, some have mirrored dance styles popularized by gay black men. However, I think it’s time we collectively get a fucking grip.

If you sum up a man’s sexuality based on the dougie then chances are you’re paranoid and play into way too many stereotypes. Not to mention you’re very much part of a greater problem.

It’s really sad to find so many people feel that a guy has to walk around holding up his erect dick in the direction of a damp vagina to proof his heterosexuality. And even then, if he dares do anything even a centimeter outside of what’s perceived to be “normal” male behavior, he might as well be washing Beyonce’s feet in one of her old wigs.

Worst of all, I’ve noticed it’s a lot of women perpetuating this nonsense.

Uh, ladies, you do realize that when discussing how “feminine” the dougie looks it only prompts men to act more in line with a rigid view of masculine behavior – which often results in them treating women like they aren’t shit, right?

I don’t get the appeal skinny jeans (just appreciate the view), but I don’t necessarily think genital groping garments cancel out one’s “manhood.”

NBA player uses to wear coochie cutter length shorts on the court and that didn’t stop them from knocking up your nasty auntie, now did it?

The same applies to dances.

For years I would never dance because I was so afraid of what people would say. I was little petrified in it “outing me.” I remember one time a girl saying I danced like a “faggot.” She meant it as a compliment and I meant to find a voodoo priestess to stick a pin in her elbow.

Nevertheless as fate would have it, one of the dudes she liked was an overcompensating brute who didn’t move his feet but surely made his tongue move it like a snake to a closeted boy toy.

I say all that to note that perhaps in some instances, one extra twirk can give you an idea about a person but more times than not it doesn’t.

You would think at a time when our economy is as good as Montana Fishburne’s reputation that people would be more encouraging of dancing (you need to find enjoyment in the midst of depressing news somehow) instead of using it as another means of playing the gay guessing game.

One day, I hope we collectively evaluate the damage forcing hypermasculine ideals has done to black men and soon thereafter grow up a little.

And:

The illuminati wants everyone to be g*y so we dont reproduce. Its a form of depopulation.

…be a little smarter. If Satan wanted to take over the world through dance, he would’ve got our asses with the macarena.

But, tucked away in my junk mail folder was an invitation from a conservative radio host by the name of Rusty Humphries who read my column and invited me to speak about my piece on his show. He swore that it was not a “gotcha” interview, but given the record of some of his colleagues, I was suspicious.

Thankfully, the incredibly wonderful and talented author, Mitzi Miller, encouraged me to do the interview. I’m glad I listened to her. Though we didn’t agree on much, Rusty was kind and allowed me to speak my piece in peace. I didn’t know it would be five million people (who likely won’t agree with me) were listening, but it beats screaming at the raggedy (when I was there) CVS on Georgia Avenue.

In the past some opportunities for me to do press about my work were suggested, but never came to fruition. So this is me breaking my virginity. I don’t think I sound like a babbling idiot so I consider this a win. Now, if you think at any point I sound like Soulja Boy raps, let me know and I’ll strip for a speech coach by next Friday.

In the meantime, if you want to hear me you can check out the link below:

Michael Arceneaux Interview, The Rusty Humphries Show by youngsinick

So yeah, that’s that. A producer of the show said Rusty was impressed by what I said and my view of things in the political realm. Go me, I didn’t sound like I was high on Four Loko.

Here’s to hoping I get to do more of this (and TV) and not just with politics (not at all a subtle hint, I know). I know my voice matters. It’s about damn time more people hear it.