junecleavage

So...my daughter (yes, I know, I talk an exorbitant amount about her but it seems, these days, this is my plight) and I have this thing we do. We trade off videos in an effort to meld "old" with "new." We'll choose a theme - it can be great dance videos, mind blowing hip hop, sappy singer songwriter sagas or super duper emo sad kid shit...but whatever the theme is we introduce one another to a whole different spectrum of thought, insight and sound. I dig it. Sometimes it makes me sad. Because, much like her mother, she digs the bad boys...and the bad boys of her day are gang banging gold toothed ballers (for the record the white beacon of honkiness, that is me, beams across the plains and mountains of Colorado and shines bright my friends, there ain't an ounce of hip hop moves in this honky girl's body - though lawdy how I have tried) rather than the greasy,tattooed, cigarette inhaling drug addict bandanna wearing Axl Roses that her mother had an enormous boner for. So, that being said...I tend to lean towards the original Snoop and Dre and Tupac, Missy Elliott, and even much later, when Eminem entered the picture...all of that...I brought it to her on a platter and said, if this is what you dig, you must dig where it has come from. So, she in turn brought me Li'l Wayne, Audio Push, Wiz Khalifa and other crap that is from her generation intended only to make her folks cringe and wince. But, I am here to tell you...some of it is good man. And some of it, well I guess I get what it is that turns her on about it. THIS IS HOW WE DO IT:
Me:


Her:


This weekend we are having family movie night - "Goodfellas" and "Boys in the Hood"
Good family fun for all.
That's how we roll.