My laptop was sorely trippin’ the day Rihanna’s excellent ANTI came out, the day that Kanye gave an itemized list of reckless statements to Wiz Khalifa (a highlight being “I own your child”) that resulted in him (Kanye) being savagely kink-shamed by his ex. Also the day that Kells, never helping, recounted the time he tried to marry his mama.
Pop culture pop-offs, high political theater barely drowning out the real powers’ rampant insidiousness—all that, and my music not loading onto my fucking iPad, no matter what I did. Mercury was surely in some manner of agitation, a bad hair day, shit leaning to the left, or something.
And still I rise! Just to witness another round of Drake vs. Meek Mill pettiness. Which is fine, but far more exciting is Denzel Curry’s spirited manhandling of old pal SpaceGhostPurrp on the Sango-laced “Purrposley”…