HATER'S CORNER: Rich Kids

This entry is a one-way ticket to Haterpalooza...my favorite 365-day-long festival.

Earlier, as I painfully tried to budget out the remaining pre-paycheck days by the penny (my masochistic daily ritual), the floodgates of hate opened wide and washed over the idea of: trust fund babies. My first target was Lily Allen, always an easily-aimed bulls eye on the hate radar. Last week in the Metro, in a front page article needlessly obsessing about whether or not her visa was rejected (give. a. fuck), there was of course the pervasive sentence about how "Allen found fame via myspace." Right. I'm sure her media-frenzied father and his ride-worthy coat tails had nothing to do with it. Funny how Lily Allen became the world's latest rags-to-riches story ("she comes from the streets!"), when daddy's blatantly got mad money in the bank. I highly doubt her cankles were ever covered in rags. The girl has an admirably brash attitude - but she ain't gangsta, contrary to her hideous ear-splitting collab with Dizzee or her insistence that she knows all about hyphy...oh wait, but there were all those nights in the ghettos of Notting Hill.

Speaking of which, YoYo have spread the rich kid epidemic to the big apple, equipped with Aaron LaCrate (trustfunded midget moonlighting as a Bmore thug) and my next spoon-fed victim: Mark Ronson, celebrity party DJ and song-plunderer extraordinaire. I personally wee'd myself when Geoff Barrow spazzed out on the Portishead myspace blog the other day. Amen to that. I'm still having seizures from Ronson's funky-white-boy take on Radiohead's poignant 'Just'. That atrocity was worthy of an ass-whooping - but I suppose his freakshow of a family is punishment enough. Oh the glamorous, the flossy flossy...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the equation, bless Amy Winehouse for keeping it real. She may also be guilty of hacking into everything that's already been done musically, but at least she ain't a trustafarian (her dad's a taxi driver). I feel for Amy because I'd probably swing in the exact same direction as her (maybe without writing a foreshadowing/ironic song about rehab first) if ever I did actually have that much money to throw around.

Plus I always liked this beat...
Amy Winehouse feat Ghostface Killah - You Know I'm No Good