The University of Michigan may not have a football program that can rush for more than negative 48 yards on any given Saturday, but there is one thing that the leaders and best in Ann Arbor apparently do have going for them: twerking fever.
A Facebook event page for a Nov. 7 Theta Xi party invited people to “World Star Hip Hop Presents: Hood Ratchet Thursday.” Since removed from Facebook, the invitation was extended to: “rappers, twerkers, gangsters (no Bloods allowed), thugs, basketball players, bad bitches, ratchet pussy.” It also promised a Kindle to the winner of a twerking contest.
“Started from da bottom now we here but now we goin back to da hood again!!” the invitation continued.
It’s the Michigan Difference.
I’m at a loss, guys. It’s 2013. Certain behavioral norms are expected in this day and age. Quarterbacks are expected to wear shoelaces. Head coaches are expected to wear headsets on the sidelines. Nerdy college kids are expected to not act like the attention-craving daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus.
Party host Allen “Wu Wu Wu, Kenny” Wu has come out with a textbook non-apology apology.
I wish that we lived in an age where we as people could collectively celebrate the music that we consume without aggravating racial sensitivities. It pains me to see that “hip-hop parties” are immediately cast under a racial lens, even if not so intended. Just because we celebrate and enjoy the music and terminology used by predominantly Black hip-hop artists, that does not mean we are attempting to appropriate Black culture. We take it for what it is, and that’s hip hop as music, and thus, hip-hip culture. If current hip hop is dominated by terminology like “twerking,” “ratchet,” and “swag,” then that’s what its audience absorbs as hip hop: it doesn’t have to be Black. But if people perceive it as so, then I agree that it’s completely inappropriate.
Seriously, guys. You’ve read the news. I know you’re getting the risk management emails from your chapter advisors. The days of this kind of racial insensitivity are as long gone as the days of Bo Schembechler. Clean it up.
[via Huffington Post]