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March 26, 2013

Rawse's non-consensual lovemaking anthem comes back to haunt him, months after the fact

via www.ebony.com

A Rick Ross song advocated drugging women with molly and then making sweet, passionate love to them while they were incapacitated, and they didn't even know it!

The ladies at Ebony magazine didn't become aware of Rawse and Rocko's "U.O.E.N.O" until just now, six weeks after the fact, and as a result... well, I'm not aware that anyone actually heard Rawse's song and decided to use molly as a non-consensual lovemaking aid. But imagine if women really were at risk of people looking to Rawse songs for dating strategy.

*shudders at the thought*

(Several baskets of lemon pepper wings at Wing Stop, anyone? Ladies? Nullus.)

"U.O.E.N.O" was leaked to the Internets back on Valentine's Day, just in time for anyone looking for a last minute date idea. I didn't catch wind of it until late in the afternoon, after I'd already posted Action Bronson and the hilarious Hologram a/k/a Jay Steele's remake of Akinyele's classic "Put It in Your Mouth," every teenage white girl's favorite rap song (one of many, many reasons to love teenage white chick's), not to mention Donwill's ode to white chicks "All White," the video for which altered the course of the afternoon I posted it, the day before. I wasn't necessarily looking for any more Valentine's Day rap songs, and I wouldn't have bothered posting the Rawse song if he hadn't referred to both non-consensual lovemaking and lemon pepper wings in the same verse -- which was a little bit too ridiculous for me, thus leaving me with no other choice. (Bum rappers take note.)

I only became aware of the, erm, potentially offensive nature of the Rawse song because I saw people discussing it on Twitter. Because I follow people who sometimes discuss rap music. Because I'm an actual member of the hip-hop community. (Though, I can't stand rap music. And rappers. And their fans. LOL) I posted a YouTube video with audio of the Rawse + Rocko song here, a few other hip-hop bloggers posted it elsewhere, and I figured that would be the extent of the outrage having to do with "U.O.E.N.O." This was not unlike the response to the Soulja Boy song, from a few months ago, that was an even more explicit endorsement of the use of drugs as non-consensual lovemaking aids. Expect it to become an outrage with the Ebony magazine set six months from now -- or maybe never. They never did issue a statement on the sexual assault allegations against Das Racist one way or the other. Though, I guess the survivor in that case wasn't black. Nor were the alleged perps, for that matter.

Turns out the girls at Ebony probably just missed the Rawse song back when it happened. They didn't pick up on it until it was reported yesterday in AllHipHop Rumors. That alone should tell you all you need to know about both the media consumption of the people who write Ebony magazine and the state of the once-legendary AllHipHop rumors column. Since appearing in AllHipHop Rumors, "U.O.E.N.O" has been posted by literally every media outlet catering to black women. It's not a very good song, but it might become a hit just yet. At the very least, whoever had the foresight to upload pirated audio of it to their YouTube channel could be in the position to rake in the big bucks. "U.O.E.N.O" could be the new "Harlem Shake" -- but arguably even more unfortunate. In addition to the Ebony magazine article and the video response from President Doorknockers that I posted this morning, I see there's posts up at Clutch Magazine and What About Our Daughters (which once tried to lay a non-consensual lovemaking rap on me), and an open letter to Rawse from someone named Dee Dee -- presumably not one of his babies' mothers -- that's been posted on the aforementioned AllHipHop and cross-posted elsewhere. A Google blog search for "Rick Ross date rape" turns up 59,000 results. Damn.

The so-called Rape Culture is hot right now on the Internets. Yesterday, I posted this ad for Angostura single barrel rum that's been burning up Tumblr, along with a caption I added about how Angostura could be used to avoid the dreaded friend zone. (My undergrad degree is in marketing.) The Angostura ad, without my caption, could be read as endorsement of non-consensual lovemaking... if you're the kind of person who could find a sexual assault in a ham sandwich. But otherwise, it doesn't seem to be suggesting you get a girl blackout drunk on Angostura and then have your way with her. As if a newspaper would run such an ad -- even in Angostura's native Trinidad and Tobago. The dead giveaway is the term "real drink" in the ad copy, which suggests that the alternative would be to give a girl some other drink, which would lead her to be not as likely to pursue a physical relationship with you. This is the reason I suggest keeping an empty bottle of Grey Goose you bought with the money your grandmother gave you when you graduated from college, in 2003, and refilling it with the relatively inexpensive Aristocrat. Women are very brand-conscious. If you keep it in the freezer, you can't notice any difference in the taste.

My Twitter mentions have been blowing up ever since I posted the Angostura ad yesterday afternoon; the only thing I ever posted that was nearly as popular was an amazing group shot of the Baltimore Ravens cheerleaders in yoga pants that I posted Super Bowl Sunday. It was retweeted by celebrity non-consensual lovemaking opponent Zerlina "Sic" Maxwell, and that alone was retweeted over 150 times. (Click through to check out the tweet itself, as well as responses from a veritable who's who of people who live to discuss the so-called Rape Culture on Twitter.) Maxwell was the original Adria Richards, several days before there was a such thing as an Adria Richards. She went on Sean Hannity's show on Fox News to debate whether or not women should be allowed to pack heat to fend off non-consensual lovemakers. Hannity, noted defender of women that he is, was of course in favor of gun rights. Maxwell, meanwhile, argued that guns aren't a good way to prevent surprise sex, because when she was made love to non-consensually (has she mentioned that she was made love to non-consensually?) it was by someone she knew. And you can't very well shoot someone you know, can you? So our best bet would be to teach men how not to make sweet, passionate love to women without their consent. Because what if some guys just don't know that's against the law? No really, that was more or less the gist of her argument.

If you can imagine, this appearance on Hannity didn't go over well with that show's audience. Her Twitter (no Boutros), comments on articles she's written for various websites and her actual phone were inundated with rape threats as a result -- serious ones, I'm sure. This prompted an article for... you guessed it, the aforementioned Ebony in which she fleshed out the specious argument she first floated on Hannity. It's since gone more viral than the clap. Here's an article from a men's rights website pointing out some of the many, many things wrong with it. Essentially, what she did is take the fact that in some places it's technically illegal to have sex with a woman if she's drunk, even if it's your wife, and just took that to its logical conclusion, Jeff Foxworthy-style. Fail to understand why a woman wouldn't want to fight back against someone who's supposedly making sweet, passionate love to her without her consent, because she knew him beforehand? You might be part of the Rape Culture. Have you ever got it on with a chick who wasn't at least a little bit high or drunk? You might as well take yourself down to the station and turn yourself in. Reading it actually made me kinda glad I have no prospects with women (who don't charge for it). This shit is getting too risky.

The last time rap music, sexual assault, politics, the media and black romantic dysfunction all collided in such a perfect storm of Internets fuckery was the time Too Short gave middle school-age children advice on fingerbanging. This Rawse song was a non-issue for over a month, but just in the past few hours it seems to have eclipsed the Too Short Fingerbang Incident just in terms of feigned media outrage. Surely a lot of that has to do with this coming on the heels (er, having been discovered on the heels) of the hilarious Adria Richards firing and the non-Too Short-related Steubenville fingerbang incident. Non-consensual lovemaking is hot right now in the media. Everyone except my dumb ass is probably making a shedload of money from banner ads behind this shit. Careers are being built. Zerlina "Sic" Maxwell could become a perennial cable news presence in much the same way that half the people you see on cable news today cut their teeth during the OJ trial. Greta Van Susteren, for example, started out discussing the OJ trial on CNN, before getting a horrifically botched plastic surgery and transitioning over to Fox News. Roland Martin, who was recently let go from CNN, rose to ascot-clad prominence discussing Bill Cosby's pound cake speech, as did the one black guy from the Atlantic Monthly, the new best black writer of all time, as crowned by the white community. "Sic" Maxwell won't have to sweat having her face tightened up once America gets over this obsession with non-consensual lovemaking (to the extent that that's possible), because black don't crack, baby.

But I doubt much actual good will come of any of this. Even if a Rick Ross song could put women at risk of being taken advantage of, no article at Clutch Magazine could possibly help matters. No guy would ever read such an article for any reason other than to skewer it. Any guy who would actually read "Sic" Maxwell's five tips for not raping a woman won't so much as get up from his seat for the rest of this afternoon, let alone approach a woman. You can sense the resignation in the tone of the last few paragraphs of the Ebony magazine article. It's mentioned that Rawse has deals with Island Def Jam and Warner Music, as well as his own line of 4x sweat pants with Reebok (which I would own in its entirety if I had any money), but it's not suggested you actually bother firing off an angry letter. If the lonely hoodrats of the Internets, as a collective, couldn't get a white chick let go from a rap magazine, of which there should be no white chick (in a non-modeling capacity), how in the world do they expect to interrupt Rawse's crab meats consumption? No, their best bet would be to somehow get me a decent-paying job, for at least one day, and then get me fired. I'd be willing to go along with this, but only if I get to keep that first week's check, prorated for the days I was let go for being part of the so-called Rape Culture.

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