derasso:

cureforbedbugs:

I’m sure we can figure it out if we put our heads together! (Unfortunately, minor transgressions, like confusing “admirably” with “admiringly” don’t count.)

(1) “we make the case for why the likes of Nelly and Brandy should pick up a banjo” 
(2) “Put on a Stetson and meet us at the Opry, baller.” 
(3) “The good news: [Brandy]’s already named for a drink that’s sufficiently toxic to curry instant favor among bumpkin boozers. What’s that equal? Mo’ money for Moesha.” 
(4) “Heralded as the next Hendrix…for never conforming to racial expectations…” 
(5) “…rest assured Ike’s ex would have the red carpet rolled out for her…” 
(6) “country music loves its outlaws (and it doesn’t get more “out” than pedophiles)” 
(7) “[Chuck D] fought the power, and now he has none.” 
(8) “Bobby Brown. His name could totally pass for a white dude’s.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.

I hate to say it out loud. b/c of sentiment/nostalgia, but just die, Village Voice, and then we geezers can speak of you in the same way we speak of the other great, dead dead dead publications we looked up to.