Tim's journal

It's really funny how much cultural bullshit we all swallow and probably never know about until someone calls us on it. I remember all the furor over GANGSTA RAP when I was a teenager. I more or less believed what I read in the papers and it never occurred to me that, say, singing about the lives of outlaws could be valid social commentary and not some sort of "go out and kill!" dog-whistle. And nothing *ever* really forced me to challenge that residual belief until the past couple years.

Which, going back to the original point, is why people calling you on your shit is valuable and ought not to be dismissed as merely a matter of having triggered some sort of free-floating distress of theirs (how'd that happen?)