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And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.

Friday, November 11, 2005

"sort of a game"

David Brooks wrote in Thursday's New York times about "Gangsta Rap" as some sort of globalized culture of oppression. Fine.
then he threw in this bit toward the end:

"In America, at least, gangsta rap is sort of a game. The gangsta fan ends up in college or law school. Bu in France, the barriers to ascent are higher..."

college or law school? Whether or not France is worse, that second sentence shows an amazing (literally, I am amazed) disconnect.

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At 1:06 AM, jacob said...: Can you elaborate on the disconnet? You dont think ascent is easier in America or that it happens?
At 9:19 PM, miriam said...: I think that he seems to think all "gangsta rap fans" are white an live in the suburbs. a large fraction of the low-income fans (the actual 'subculture of the oppressed' or whatever) end up in jail, and a lot of the rest may or may not finish high school or community college or whatever. law school?
gangsta rap is not a game in the "inner city." well, it is, but of the destructive sort...
At 11:53 PM, jacob said...: Dont read too much into it. It is just a statement on social mobility in america vs. France and the diversity of musical interests among american youth of all classes vs the french elitist tendencies.

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Friday, November 11, 2005

"sort of a game"

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