I'm not anti-hip-hop or anti-rap. Believe it or not, I have a big crush on Nelly, whose occasional mild disrespect for women is at least laced with a sense of humor (i.e. Nellyville) and a sense of social responsibilty (i.e. Fly Away). I mean, come on, any straight black guy who's okay with calling himself Nelly is crush-worthy in my book. But Nelly is neither violent nor crude enough for my students. They call him a pussy.
So I listen to Darryl's G-Unit CD, Beg for Mercy. It starts with the sound of a trigger being pulled, then "Hey yo what the fuck ... G-Unit's in the motha fuckin' building," then rounds and rounds of gunshots. And then come the ever-so-enchanting lyrics (keep in mind that this was what Darryl was listening to while taking a midterm). “Girl you look like someone I done fucked before. Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour ... I’m rich Bitch! 50 Cent, Bitch! ... Blah Blah Blah, Bitch! ... Treat me like a lollipop, lick me baby, then lick Dr. Dre and Shady …”
The worst part is it’s a catchy tune. No, wait. The worst part is that my students absolutely worship 50 Cent. Little Charles regularly walks around school yelling “Fiddy Cent! Fiddy Cent!” (He also refers to me as "shorty." I'm 5'9''. He's little.) Once, when I tried to explain to a student on the verge of dropping out what the GED is, he shouted, "GED-Unit!"
At least the CD was bootleg, so Darryl didn't actually put any money into 50 Cent's mouth. And 50 Cent's mother, apparently, never put any soap in his mouth.
I know. I can’t blame everything on 50 Cent. He didn't exactly invent disrespect for women. He's just making millions off it, and he's making it cool for already-troubled inner city boys to glorify guns and crap all over their female classmates and teachers. But no, really, I don't blame 50 Cent for everything.
Actually, it seems that disrespect for women is all over NYC lately. After delighting in Beg for Mercy, I further procrastinate on lesson-planning by opening one of the school’s free copies of The Post. I read an article about rampant sexual harassment within the NYPD (which is a pretty deep article for The Post). This news comes as little surprise to me since just yesterday in advisory class, two of my 14-year-old female students told me that cops in their neighborhood regularly hit on them. Did these officers learn nothing from Anita Hill? Oh. Right. They learned that creeps who harass women can still make it to well-paying positions of supreme power. A female detective finally wire-tapped some of her colleagues’ disgusting on-the-job comments and started a lawsuit. You go detective woman!
Seriously, it's everywhere. On my way home, I stop at one of my regular haunts in
Home, finally. I sulk in bed about my harassment-laden day and watch Anderson Cooper (sigh) interview Maureen Dowd about her new book, Are Men Necessary? If only all men were as respectful as Anderson and all women were as bad ass as MoDo. MoDo assured