We all got em...

Guilty Pleasures
written by Just K

It’s ok. I see your struggle. I understand what you’re going through. I, too, have gone through the same inner conflict.

I’ve seen you in your cars, nodding to the beat before you abruptly change the station.

I’ve seen you at the clubs bobbing your heads, but refusing to join the mob on the dance floor.

And why is that? Because you don’t want to give into your guilty pleasures.

Yeah, I know. It’s hard when you hear that song on the radio. The beat is mesmerizing, the hook is infectious, but they ain’t rapping about a damn thing. I know it hurts. Your inner music elitist doesn’t want to like it. Where are the lyrics? Where’s the substance? What about the social awareness and blah blah blah?

Eh, it’s ok. All that has its place, just as the Young Jocs, the Shawty Los, and SouljahBoys have theirs. I know it’s hard, but repeat after me:

“It’s ok to like music that does not have a deeper meaning. Walking it Out does not mean I am walking away from ‘real hip-hop.’ I am not ashamed to Two-Step, rev my pretend motorcycle or point out that David Ruffin-lookin’ boy. I am a three-dimensional person with three-dimensional music tastes. Umma Do Me.”

Intervention over. Until next time…