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This week has been kind of exhausting. The Imus thing started out as an old burn-out saying something stupid, then (for about 8 seconds) became an interesting discussion on race and power, and now has evolved into a chance for everyone with an ox to gore to make a point. Basically, we are now arguing with each other about taste. And as ever discussed music with a teenage girl knows, you can't win an argument about taste.
So, I'm just going to continue to like the things I like. I like Snoop Dogg. (I also like Bob Dylan but he has not seemed to offend anyone this week). I like Howard Stern (I also like NPR). I like Chris Rock, Richard Pryor, and Dave Chapelled (and Bill Cosby prior to his costant wearing of sunglasses). I like The Sopranos (and for reasons that I will never be able to understand "The King of Queens").
I don't like it when radio stations bleep the swear words from songs I like. Frankly, "I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger/but she ain't messin' with no broke...broke" sounds stupid.
I never liked Imus. I'm glad he's gone.
I don't like women's college basketball; I love men's college basketball.
I like women's college soccer; I hate soccer in pretty much any other context.
I sometimes think that I am the only person in America who realizes that all the old "Polack jokes" become "Blonde" jokes. Well, my fiance - who is Polish - realizes it now too, because I've changed them all back for her benefit. We kid. We kid.
What else? Oh, I like Jesse Jackson. I don't like Al Sharpton.
I'm not sure I've learned anything from our national conversation.
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