Have you ever seen Waka’s Twitter? Dude is prolific. He outputs more tweets than nearly anyone else I follow, and he’s a true master of the medium. Not only that, but he replies to followers constantly, keeping in touch with fans thanks to Twitter finally allowing a direct link between pedestrian and celebrity.
Recently, this 53-year-old white lady from Florida divorced her husband after she got really into rap music, and Waka Flocka in particular. The reason? I don’t really know the details, but apparently the relationship had been on the rocks for a minute, and Waka was coming to her hometown. She went, had a great time, met Waka, prolly got a little wet and decided “fuck this, I’m not even sixty” and pulled the divorce card.
Props, old white lady. Props. You did something weird enough in 2013 for it to get some net cred. Not an easy feat for the 40+ crowd. Some thoughts:
1) How do you imagine her at a stop light, bumpin’ Mr. Flame’s latest? Plymouth Windstar or Chrysler Sebring convertible?
2) Do you think her ex-husband is an “everything except country and rap” kinda guy?
3) The kids that told her “This isn’t Woodstock.” Hilarious or kinda mean? (both?)
4) Does being over 50 render you exempt from contextual awareness? What I mean is that, it’s your prerogative to listen to whatever gets you buck, but when your mom gets out of the minivan with you at the show, is that oversteppin’?
5) Can you abide by anyone using the word “diva” in their Twitter handle? I cannot.
Yeah, it’s cool that she’s into it, but it’s more 15 seconds of fame kinda shit that’s by and large pretty corny to me. Whatever, go forth and get low, Ms. D