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Where’s My Money, Pimp?

Biz dudes are so shifty. They really love taking creatives – seems they don’t respect talent because they believe its intangible. But without talent, there’d be no design, entertainment, architecture, etc… Its cheap until they bid on it at Sotheby’s, doing rich boy art trading cards, with no appreciation beyond what they’ve been fed by art history prisses in kitten heels, clacking helpfully behind, one eye on the wallet.

Its like when the rich “ironically” dress up for “pimp and ho” balls. Really? Really? Yes, really. They spend ridiculous amounts on events like this – costumes, locations, “entertainment”, etc. They just don’t get how “eat cake” this is.

Mocking people who HAVE to pimp and ho, to feed their kids, habits, or both, to survive poverty that didn’t allow a decent education, is just disgusting. Its not cool, not funny, not ironic. Its shallowly playing up something that is full of violence, pain, abuse and misogyny. I’m not surprised rich white boys love playing the gangsta, the pimp, and having their tanned, fake boobed bimbos play the ho’s. I mean, its how they date, right? Client 9 rings a not so distant bell…

I’m hoping that time is coming to an end. Massive, expensive partying that mocks the poor is right out of the French Revolution. Keep in mind the douches at those parties are now the dudes with hat in hand, asking the government for a 700 billion dollar bail out. So i guess the pimp/ho analogy works, but does that make these douches our bitches now?

If so, get out on that corner, and get me my 700 billion back, plus the vig, bitches. And respect those with REAL talents, not the talent to shuffle numbers around.

If you use it, watch it, wear it, appreciate it, its done by a creative. Respect that, when you look at your iPhone, your laptop, your jeans, your favorite TV show or movie or webisode. Its in the food you eat at a restaurant, designed and cooked by a creative, its in the wine you drink, designed and bottled by a creative. Its your building, designed and built by a creative, your couch, your bed, etc.

And talent, being a creative, is a huge risk. Its too easy to be that money making douche, who does nothing but create more “commerce”. Its not that hard to sit a desk, day in and out, and hawk bullshit, make educated guesses and sell speculative opportunities. All one has to do is pander to greed, need or desire. The ego is an easy target, when the material is all you value.

To be an artist means to go off the track, to your own pollen path, rich with nothing but possibility and expression. The goal is not the payoff, but the journey itself, the path to the center of art and soul. One can’t find that at a pimp and ho party, on wall street or in a cushy 5th ave apartment. Struggle and sacrifice are required grist for the artistic mill. It keeps you honest, humble, focused and feral. Un-domestication is highly recommended.

The clowning on poor cultures must stop. Respect for the art that rises out of struggle is a must. Top down appropriation with no compensation is like taxation without representation, yah dig? When the haves make a mint off the have nots’ sweat, tears and cultural experience, its time to take action. Some how, some way, karma is a bitch.

Not get on the corner, pimp, and learn to take it like a ho. Get to work.

Peace,
Melissa