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Its been a long time, I shouldnt have left you.

2007-07-22T11:44:00.000-07:00

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Well well well, i guess its time to chronicle another entry in my illustrious blog that no one happens to ever visit and read. Funny thing how you think you inner most thoughts are the most entertaining and sought after must-have-info from the masses. And then you eventually realize, no one gives a good got damn.

Anywayzz, I would like to have some suggestions regarding what i should write about from time to time, because i look at blogging as a means of escape. A kinda freestyle writing where i basically jot down whatever comes into my stressed mind, and mindlessly go on a whim. Improving as to some sort. I feel like i strongly abhor the whole let-me-write-about-something that has been killing me, or on my mind, or stressin out thing. Cuz I am mostly the type of person where when something is really stressing me out, talking about it RARELY changes the situation only action. Can I get an Amen imagined masses? Amen! Thank you.

LOL! You know what, after all the preaching about how i dont want to talk about it, i was just about to get into how i feel like such a lame for yadda yadda reasons... but i would hate to feel like such a hypocrite so im going to save this entry. Ya'll non responding bitches please tell me what to write about, and hopefully you will forget by the next entry that I said i dont like to talk about myself. Chow bella!

O Romeo, O Romeo, where for art thou?

2006-09-15T13:58:00.000-07:00

So its Friday, and I am feeling quite melancholy. Why do most [young] people look forward to the weekend as the time to go out and have fun? I haven’t experienced that feeling in a long time. I mean, all I have to look forward to is another job to work, no possible social prospects or hook-ups. Great life huh? I mean, really am I THAT grotesque that hot people are not knocking down my door trying to rip off [my rather large] genitalia, just so that they can have some sort of keepsake in my own memory? You know what though? I have been told that I am very flakey, and that I bring all of this on myself. Yes, I do have prospects – wait scratch that – used to have prospects, but I have this horrible knack of finding almost EVERYONE so lame. Except for said Ex. With that said, I start to not return calls, or find some reason why I cant be in relationship. I then try to establish a sexual relationship, NSA, but by then its usually too late. By the time I realize that I am not interested, they have realized that they are and its all or nothing. So contrary to popular belief, dudes can be promiscuous. But at the end of the day all they want is some good ol’ fashion lovin. I mean, I have had hotties that would make you want to slap your mother, millionaires, people who can be your best friend AND your best friends best friends. But all of them are such lames, except for the best friends best friends. We still talk, but not attractive enough. Really I don’t have high standards, I really just want to chill with someone my age, cool, got something going for them, attractive with sex appeal. Is that REALLY so hard to find? I really don’t think I am looking for something out of my league, simply because I am not looking for that much.

So with that said, quite melancholy again…

I'm bringing sexy back?

2006-09-08T07:32:00.000-07:00

So its been quite a while since I have given you guys an entry. Frankly, I am bored with your despondent asses. No one cares that I work my ass off just to get attention from you guys. But alas, no comments, not you are a crazy mother fucker, no hello, how are the kids? Or, I think you should seek psychiatric help. No anything. I even have an entry about suicide thinking that eventually someone will respond/help. NO! So what do I do. I abandon you. I run away to become an aspiring stripper. No really, I have been thinking about it. I visited my friend recently in Rhode Island, and we put on a strip show Its so much fun…. no really. I feel like you can be anything that you want to be as a stripper. Its great! You can pretend like you are the sexiest mutha fucker in the universe. Everyone watches you pump and gyrate, and it’s the best. Its like look at me as I “back that thing up.” Does that make me a slut? Maybe. Do I enjoy? Hell yeah! Am I embarrassed about it? Not so much. I think everyone has a secret hidden stripper fantasy, back in the recesses of their brain….. Like deep deep recesses, but its there. And I am here to help you bring it out. Come with me child. See the light and come. Um, so yea. I have this problem of feeling like I am devoid of the grown and sexy. So I pursue stripping to try to recapture that….wait not recapture, because I never had it….but I do like to try to persue it. What the fuck can I do to be sexy? I mean, can you share some sexiness with me too? You know how like, Kate Moss n Tyson Beckford just ooze sexiness. I mean, they are just like photographed, yet you can smell the sex on their breath. I want to do that….thus, I over compensate in bedroom. yea, I said it. I am a nasty fuck in the bed. I am grinding, stripping, wine-ing, gyrating, flipping, pumping, straddling…sorry to be so graphic…but I am like, I gotta make up for not being a sexy mutha fucker… you kno. I kno u understand, its not like I am just making out, im like making out……. so yea, help please with my affliction?

Suicide...by Dick of course!

2006-08-30T14:26:00.000-07:00

So disgruntled much? Yes! With nothing to drink! Whats a fella to do? It is gloomy as HELL outside and there is no one to hold at night! What a horrible fucking life must you be thinking? Well I completely agree, you know what I will say, contrary to what most women believe, we men do want someone to hold at night. Oh hell yea, sometimes I need to switch it up, ever so slightly cuz aint no ass like new ass (not as frequent as you would think), but I still want a wifey. Someone to come home to and just be like wuz good baby, and then we go to sleep in each others arms… you kno? See I can totally be a romantic, so don’t hate the playa hate the game. Romance is by FAR not my middle name, but I can do some sweet shit if I want to.

So right now I am at my boring as job, and I would LOVE to slit my wrist right now, all over the laptop and computer desk. And hopefully as my boss passes by - completely ignoring the pool of blood that is surrounding my dead carcass complete with wild jackals fighting over my remains – he will slip and fall, finally notice me, and put another stack of papers in the one clear spot there is and tell me to hand this project in ASAP by COB!....COB meaning 9 fucking thirty at night, even though the bitch knows that I am supposed to get off at 6 and you don’t pay me overtime mutha fucker.

So I have devised a plan, by next week Tuesday, I start my new job at some fucking hipster trendy ass college demographic catering to retail store. I want to make enough money to buy more drinks of course. Maybe by then I wont realize how truly fucked up my job is and stop threatening to commit suicide to my best friend, whom by now is just so damn tired of it she usually just says have another drink. That, and oh! silly me, she is suicidal also. In fact we usually spend our free time, drunk, going from party to party, talking about how horrible shits men are (black/latino in particular) then scurry home – usually to her house – to discuss new ways of committing suicide. Great… Well actually this is how the conversation transitions to suicide….”I just had sex on Monday and damn I am horny (of course its only Wednesday by now)” … “ Yea I had sex last week, it was wack I couldn’t even feel his twig stick, I cant stand him!” …. “Yea I wish we could just kill him and harvest his dick”…..”Oh fuck it they will never change I just want to die!” … “Me too! I want to commit suicide!” ….”Oh hell yea! Suicide by dick!”….so we eventually find someway to mix killing ourselves, others and sex…. you know the suicidal connoisseurs that we are. I mean, who could actually boast that skill!

If you have any more intriguing, titillating, exciting ways to end our pathetic lives, feel free to share after the jump! Smooches you bitch.

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Unconditional Love? Love at first sight? Bah-hum bug to your momma.

2006-08-29T13:20:00.000-07:00

Another question for those of you who have happened to venture onto my side of the Universe. First of all: I am so glad that you came. Please do come again. I promise milk, cookies, and hot java to pour down your crotch and a fiery death by Obea if you don’t!

But seriousness now: Do you believe in Unconditional love? -please google hi-five Unconditional love for me if you don’t – and do you guys believe in Love at First sight?

I am interested in hearing what you guys have to say on this manner. I am well aware that this is a post more along the serious line for me. But I am just inquisitive/curious. what can I say. The jury is still out for me though.

Get at me.

My boss is going to kill me. Where is the alcohol again?

2006-08-29T07:20:00.000-07:00

So, I just did the dopiest stupidest thing ever known to mankind and I am really pissed off Bram Stoker Dracula type mad! Why the fuck did I not finish a project at work due to me talking/stalking my ex all day long? What the fuck is up with that. So in order to get off at a godly hour (meaning b4 11pm) and being the quintessential office-fuck-slave-kiss-ass that I am, I tell my boss that I am taking my laptop home and complete the project comfortable in the bathtub with a glass of Merlot. …. Well I left out the bathtub and glass or Merlot part. DUMB ASS! I left all of the necessary materials and vital information to complete said project at work! Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, so here I am with the 2000-pound computer lugging it all the fuck way home, and NO FUCKING WORK. Kill me, shoot me, maim, rape and beat me…but lawd oh lawdy lawdy lawd, don’t fire me. There are possible ways to beat this MAJOR setback though, it’s called “get my ass, crack butt early in the office and be at work before the first batch of coffee brews….oh I am just dying with excitement….

Ok in other news, I just started talking to the love of my life forever and ever this weekend. Its crazy, because we hate each other so much, we curse each other out, we call each other unspeakable names and deliberately bring up each others insecurities in hopes of making each other cry. It never works…mainly because I would never cry to his mutha fucking face; I prefer to do it on my own time, with a bottle of Bacardi. But that is not the point, so n e way. Last week Friday, I just so happened to come to work still drunk from the night b4 and extended the happy hour with half a pint of rum before work, juz to assure that I didn’t get the hangover thing.

*********Oh my god quick question tangent? Have you ever had coffee mixed with wine? Totally not a good idea! Of course I got the bright idea to mix two while drunk at work (lots of young twentysomethings have coffee with a shot of rum to start the day). but wine! I had the shits the next day like a fucking sewer-line, I completely couldn’t stomach anything (which would be excellent if I was trying out for America’s next top model) and I threw up everything, even if I swallowed my spit, a dry-binging purge would come. Note to kids: don’t try this at home. Note to hipsters: don’t try this at work. Note to everyone: Just don’t try it fucking anywhere ********

So, yea…back to the work and half a pint of rum thing, so I decide to be totally cool and nice and i.m him and tell him that I miss him. Next thing you know we are fucking that night. Ok, so um yea, it’s so different because I actually love him. And just cant stop. He is a mega total bitch, but that’s what I like about her. I am quite a promiscuous slut; I mean im young, and halfway attractive y not right? But I must tell you all the time when it comes to her this playa gets played, because I love him, and it just feels so got damn good to hold and make love to someone that you love and adore so much. So, I figure the only way to stop this is simply kill the bitch…. oops, I hope that previous admission doesn’t incriminate me in anyway. Because it would be really bad if someone actually DID kill her, and you guys go…oh my god, he totally entered that on his blog. We totally knew he was going to kill him and we didn’t alert the authorities….I am actually quite sure that A LOT of people would like to kill her…but I don’t think I would ever go to that extent….would I?

Everytime the Beat Drops

2006-08-17T07:56:00.000-07:00

If I could, I would make the beat drop all over your ass’, just to let you guys know that is my new favorite song. Send me an email, let me know if you hate it and if I am the only one that completely wants the beat to drop on your honeysuckled head. Thank you. Beat drop.

Ask yourself...Am I an alcoholic?

2006-08-15T12:27:00.000-07:00

Alright bitches so its 3:05, the day is winding down, I got three more hours left and DAMN I want a martini. Oh, Question: How many pints of alcohol do you have to drink a day before you are a certified alcoholic? Or, is it you become an alcoholic when it affects your behavioral patterns? I for one - am on a budget, so I usually drink two cheap pints of Georgi’s vodka everyday, thank you very much. The days of cheap vodka tasting like shit has long passed prepubescent pussy pals. Trust me. So I am not quite sure if it taste like bone-a-fid shit or am I just swallowing my saliva (which would taste like bone-a-fid shit from all the years of PARTY TIME). Anywayzz, all I know is that it helps me get through the day. Um um good.

But alas, this alcohol consumption thing is mos def affecting my mental capacity. I always find myself saying to my friends “I said that?” or “You moved to Baltimore last year.” or oh! “I did WHAT with that elephant?” Yea like crazy shit like that. Not even to mention while I write this entry my forehead is sweaty, and my body is embattled with the tingly itchy feeling that you get when you REALLY want something… Think crackheads scratching mercilessly at their necks while out in a 2 week old house robe that got the front all open (nasty ass!) with baby day-days flip flops on mumbling “who-let-the-dogs-out.” yea, kinda like that.

So I am not quite sure what to do. Also, I hate the fact that I have a virtual map in my head of all the nearest liquor stores within a three mile radius. PEOPLE! I can barely remember MY FUCKING NAME! But I sure as hell know where that damn liquor store is. Every time I go in the nice Asian man smiles a huge grin, as I count out more duckets to surrender to the Liquor god.” I don’t like that way he looks at me…. I cant tell if he wants my money, or some ass.

On that note, I will ttyl. I am going to get a damn drink.

Question....

2006-08-11T15:02:00.000-07:00

Question….

Do any of you watch Flava of Love? If you do, log out of this website and hide your head in shame you dirty birdy. OK ok ……ok… u got it out of me. I watch it too…. Isn’t it the guiltiest pleasure that you have ever had? Kinda like going home with a fat chick after a night of boozing and drugging, fucking her brains out and then sneaking out when you wake up after your drunken stupor while she is ravaging the kitchen for the last package of twinkies? - ok… personal – but, yea, you get my drift. Flava of Love is bad…BAD you hear me.. Its for the debil. And you know how I feel about the debil. I mean, from the shitting on the floor incident (bitch you are grown ass woman why are you shitting on the floor?), to the fist-fight the first day over a bed. Its just pure television debauchery at its best. AND THIS IS JUST THE FIRST EPISODE PEOPLE!

I mean, I really don’t want to get into the social implications and inherent stereotypical bullshit its pandering too… because I heard it all before. And I don’t give a fuck! I love it.

We all know that reality shows are scripted, some of them cut and pasted as to bring more drama and over-all viewing pleasure. ok… I understand that, but the point and the matter is…dese bitches is plain old crazy. I mean, have you ever heard of a grown ass woman shitting on the floor? I think not! And THEN carrying some of it upstairs with her to deposit ever so daintily in the toilet receptacle. Oh I so think not!

Please feel free to leave your comments after the jump.

Its a BRAND new day BITCHES

2006-08-11T14:09:00.000-07:00

Ok, so here we go. Lets start off with me being the quintessential disgruntled twenty something year old. What the fuck do I want to do in life? No idea, but its definitely not sitting in an office and pushing papers, while im’n and emailing my friends all the damn day long.

Oh I guess its only right that I inform you guys that this blog is going to be taking on a different spin from its previous entries…oh yea, before it was all about stimulating, intellectual bullshit that I basically had to write for my previous job – under threat of anal rape death - (as an analyst) for one of the premier strategic marketing firms in NYC. Pretty much HATED it…which brings my disgruntled ass to..

Here, where I currently work in Corporate Development as….DRUM ROLL PLEASE…. an analyst! Yep that’s right you guessed it. So as I pass the days away, confined to my small as a mouse’s’ hole room, staring at the screen while my eyes bleed tears of enslavement, researching boring ass bullshit that I could give a good got damn about, I will continue my blog crusade… TO TELL THE WHOLE WORLD!! Someone will save me from my modern day indentured servitude…and then I will be whisked away to a world of glamour and glitz where dancing girls perform for sixpence.

Yea, so anywayzz, I recently went on an interview for a MAJOR MUSIC LABEL…I want the job so bad I would drop kick my momma, and yours too. It would be as an assistant to a TOP-level executive. I would do anything for it…. think “Menace 11 Society” when the crack head asked Larenz Tate for some crack in exchange for a greasy ass cheeseburger… didn’t work, so he offered oral sex. Hell yea oral sex bitches! That don’t make me less of a man, at least I’ll be making lots of dough and hobnobbing with the stars… and what will you be doing again? Ok, think not. Nothing wrong with a little head to get the job done. No pun intended. So yea, if I hear back from them, I AM SURE..that this blog will be a run away hit, you love it, and so will the masses. I am thinking more like…what would happen if the “Devil Wears Prada,” assistant blogged. Or did she? Someone did…oh who gives a good fuck.

Give me a holler. I am trying to get this blog placed in Gawker! Now THAT’S fame bitches!!!!

Why wont African-American men admit to PE?

2005-01-26T09:37:00.000-08:00

Sex. Sex, is a word that can collect multiple responses depending on interpretation and context. It can be insidious - innocuous – or incendiary. One assertion I will dare to make, is that sex is the common denominator of the past, present and future. We all do it. It doesn’t matter where you are from, who you know, what you look like, what your hobbies are, or who your favorite baseball player is, the fact and the matter is; we all have sex. Ok, ok, unless you are that .000099 percent of the Universe’s population that defines themselves as asexual; and then, my question to you is… are you ok? And would you like therapy? Why else do you think people risk their jobs, their respectability, their marriages, their families, all for a hot little passion making session in the companies supply closet? Hey, Bill Clinton did it…frequently! He should have based his campaigning foundation on it because it can be argued, that sex is one reason why he is one of the most loved and respected Presidents to date. He appealed to the common man because he had sex; our “multi-everything” country’s common denominator. Its a major factor in why some Black people may have appreciated him. My Father’s quote “I respect Bill Clinton because he is human, he got him some [sex] every now and then, and wasn’t afraid to admit it, at least after a while.” I have heard Bill Clinton referred to as our nations first “black” president because of his proclivity for intern sex (or any sex) and penchant for the saxophone.

The African American community is presently affected by the historical implications of slavery, particularly regarding sex. In our country’s genesis, blacks were hyper-sexualized for many purposes ranging from simple breeding to propaganda purporting differences between African-Americans and other races because of their sexual virility and willingness to engage in sex on animalistic impulses. It’s an ideology that has been hammered into a society for hundreds of years. It is not an easy task to erase these assertions, which in turn have become deeply embedded in American psyche.

Fast forward a hundred or so years, and we now have an increasingly multi-cultural society that is centered around sex. Again, our country’s common denominator. However, have things really changed for African-Americans? There are still hyper-sexualized images of African-Americans on videos, in the media, and advertisements.

Repetitively, Black men have stereotypical been portrayed as sexually virile, hyper-masculine who are great in bed and have big penis’s. Now while few would argue that this is a horrible stereotype, and many would pooh-pooh it off as “work with it, you’re the sexual mac,” think of the sexual responsibility that is placed upon the Black male. If he doesn’t please you sexually, he is failing his job, his role, his race, hell his country (because again, sex is our common denominator). He will not allow for his most important attribute; his sex/penis to be derided or ridiculed.

Now what black man in his right mind, would admit to premature ejaculation (PE)? I think relatively few; and that may very well be the reason why there is a higher “rate of incidence” in the black community. All that anxiety before sex can not be beneficial for a hot romp in the bed. Food for thought?

I bet you have gentrified lately.

2005-01-19T13:30:00.000-08:00

I am just worried about some of the existing culture, becoming diluted, if not permanently obliterated. Older residents are being forced out of a community that was once their’s, simply because they can no longer afford the now sky-rocketing rents and property values - property values of course that they are not profiting from.

Ok, you say Bedford Stuyvesant… what kind of culture exists there? I argue that every neighborhood has an existing feel, or culture. Some are more obvious or potent then others. Think Harlem, which in fact, is now in its own process of gentrification. Harlem as is the premier Black community in the United States. It is a community that has an extensive and impressive history. Harlem has been through squalor and pain, experienced an amazing renaissance, revisited the hardships again and is now becoming gentrified.

My question is…Is there a way that we can allow the benefits of gentrification: rising property values, quality of life issues, etc. without removing the residents that endured the communities struggle? If any deserves to benefit off a rising, gentrifying neighborhood, shouldn’t it be the ones that have been there all along? Food for thought.

Anyone gentrificate lately?

2005-01-19T11:45:00.000-08:00

So, hello? Is anyone else noticing what is going on? This phenomena called gentrification? Oh yes, we have been there done that already, meaning, we have already discussed the positive ramifications of appreciating neighborhood values. And debated over whether it indeed pushes out the original residents, typical working-class, ethnic groups. But lately I have been wondering is this a term that has even existed in the English language for more then a couple of decades?

Does anyone else remember the historic demographic structure of the American Urban landscape? Does anyone remember that after the industrial and manufacturing boom in the early 20th century, the rich clearly left the inner-city for the poor. The term inner-city alone connotes poverty, desolation, abandoned, stricken, etc. Does anyone remember the middle-class flight from the inner-city also in the latter half of the century?

So what the heck is going on now? There was a time when my mother told me never to travel to visit my father in Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn after dark! There was a time when Williamsburg was full of abandoned factories and warehouses and Fort Greene was known for rampant crime however, it appears as though the people who left the city initially, want it back, or at least their progeny. And they want it back now.

I travel the train to my fathers house now, and there is an extremely diverse mix on the train. Which isn’t necessarily weird in itself, but the “extremely diverse mix,” get off the train with me! They are not going to stops further along in Park Slope or Brooklyn Heights, they are getting off at Bedford & Nostrand. Clearly, in the heart of Bedford Stuyvesant.

I, personally, am intrigued. Bedford-Stuyvesant, a college neighborhood? Upwardly mobile college-aged kids, Goths, ravers, rappers and hustlers alike, all getting off at the same spot and scurrying to their own individual locations. Interesting…. More on that in the next entry.

Reggaeton Craze

2005-01-11T13:06:00.000-08:00

Reggaeton. Does it sound familiar to you? Hmmm, if it doesn’t have you been hiding under a rock? Or maybe down the bend and around the neighborhood tree. Reggaeton is a phenomena that I have been following since I was a wee-lad. Actually, it isn’t but I have paid attention to this style of music that has been gaining popularity for the past decade. Reggaeton to me, encompasses so much. In case you didn’t know, the subculture the I am apart of is called Alexism, yes, Alexism. You may not have heard of it before – which is understandable – Alexism is my own individual subculture, that I created through my own unique experience. This creation of individual culture is not my anomaly. Our growing population is proliferating in non-traditional ways. For the first time in history the largest growing “people of color”group is not African-American, it is Hispanic. And by the year 2050, “white” will no longer be the predominating race of color. So what does that mean to us? Well, for starters, we can no longer operate within the black and white dichotomy, that is still so archaically ingrained within our American psyche. Oh my God, other races do exist. And furthermore Hispanic, does not necessarily mean Latino or Chicano, but can/does include White, Red, Yellow, Green, Black etc.
All of that ranting aside. There is a demand for culture that is individual specific. In an age where socially fabricated race can no longer be our defining factor, what are we using to differentiate ourselves, if anything? Well, how bout Reggaeton for starters. The fact and the matter is, Reggaeton is the form of music created in answer to a increasingly multi-cultural society.

Ok, for starters, Reggaeton is a combination of Rap, Hip-Hop, Salsa, Merengue, Dance-Hall reggae, Bachatera and so much more. More specifically Reggaeton encompasses the most influential genres of music that youth (global youth!) enjoy the most.

-side-bar- There is a pervasive global youth culture that has been proliferating for quite some time. A youth culture bent on exalting difference, and buttressing individuality. The question is, how do we continue to appease this fierce appetite for difference?

Reggaeton. Lets take Rip & Stitch cultural phenomena and apply it. It fits quite well. Never before has there been such a hybrid of music. A hybrid that mirrors the cultural ethos of our global society. Defining and differentiating by country of origin *yawn* been there done that. It’s a given to today’s youth to formulate affinity through difference - paradoxical much? I am different from you, and I like it. Period.

Enter: Reggaeton. The musical future-forwardness of Reggaeton is a refreshing factor, especially regarding a dated music scene that hasn’t been fresh since the early 90’s. Ashley Simpson? Been there. Lindsay Lohan. Done that (I wish). Teenage pop-tart queens are so hackneyed. Teen-Aged pop-tart queens influenced by Hip-Hop, even more blasé. Violent rappers that tell you they have been shot, and don’t mind shooting your mother either..hmmm, no thank you. Dr. Dre did that about a decade ago. Faux-Indie Rock pop creations make me gag…. Frequently.

However! Reggaeton is – musically speaking – unchartered territory. “Oye mi canto,” has been on the Billboard charts for 21 weeks, with a peak position of 12. This Reggaeton song has by far garnered the most attention and success of Reggaeton songs, ever. The song is rapped, sang in Spanglish – some Spanish some English. The song’s performers are Nore, Daddy Yankee and Nina Sky. A Latino rapper, Latino Reggaeton artist, and Latina R&B artist, respectively. Nuff said huh? They are all from different musical genres, but Latino. What does this say about the influence of Hispanics regarding global culture.

Tego Calderon, Daddy Yankee and Looney Tunes are some of the most notable Reggaeton artist. Important to note, Reggaeton does not borrow the extremely homophobic lyrics from Dancehall Reggae. But it does borrow blatant sexuality – which is typically misogynistic – and violent. However, a lot of the songs escape censoring because they are rapped in Spanish. Much like Reggae songs that escape censoring because they are rapped in Patois. Most Reggaeton songs are rapped in straight Spanish, with English hooks. More often then not though, Spanish is the language of choice. However, since almost everyone has at least rudimentary knowledge of Spanish, it is not extremely hard to get the gist of the songs.

So what does the culturally hybrid Reggaeton mean for the future? What are the implications regarding global culture. Is Reggaeton the answer to an increasingly influential Hispanic (mainly Latino) culture coupled with acceptance of other significant cultural markers? Because after all, in the year 2050, won’t most cultural potent phenomena vie for relevancy in a Hispanic hegemony? Probably just wishful thinking.