Ice T: A study in gentility

9 04 2010

And we’re back up. R&R isn’t a huge fan of tweeting, but on occasion the nearly useless social media has its moments. Like this one, which could possibly start the most lopsided rap-rivalry since Ja Rule took shots at Eminem. If there is a god, this will escalate, possibly climaxing with Aimee Man in a chalk outline. Who shot ya?

Via The Village Voice:


When I wake up, I like to start the day off with a hot bowl full of scrumptious, and nutritious, dicks. Yum.

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“Go West, young man.”

26 02 2010

One of the most historic quotes in American history, coined by none other than Fergie, I assume. [Ed. note: Horace Greeley made it popular, but who cares] Rhyme&Reason has been unusually quiet of late, but it has been with good reason. The CEO, COO, CFO, President of sales and marketing, editor, art director, writer and intern are all moving to California.

Yes, all of those people are in fact the same person. I like titles, ok? They’re good for self-esteem, I saw it on Oprah.

Rhyme&Reason has only been in existence for a short while, so while I don’t really know what this Web site is yet, I know what it’s not. And in this place, which is apparently some sort of series of tubes (thanks, Al), sometimes that’s more important anyway. Read the rest of this entry »





R&R: SUCK ON THAT MISS CLEO!

5 02 2010

Allow me to quote myself. On December 31st, in the year of Our Lord 2009, I wrote the following when discussing society’s New Year’s Resolutions:

Food Industry: End the use of ketchup packets. It’s stupid, it’s pointless, and it bothers the shit out of me. Every other condiment at most fast food places comes in a tub: Barbecue sauce, ranch dressing, honey mustard, yet when I get fries, I have to surgically open 62 ketchup packets to get an adequate amount to start dipping. GET SOME KETCHUP IN SOME TUBS. We’re not putting a man on Mars here, it’s a reasonable request. Get moving. I need my fries slathered in ketchup!

Well guess what, bitches?

POW! Look who is changing society one post at a time! Read the rest of this entry »





RotD: “Reverse Cowgirl” (feat. Young Jeezy) – T-Pain

2 02 2010

One of the best parts about hip-hop/rap/R&B/whatever-you-want-to-call-it is that somehow, someway, a bad song can actually be a good song. In a bizarre turnabout of what we usually believe, there is not only an economic demand but a cultural demand for shitty rap songs. When society is out grinding at the club, society doesn’t want to listen to the social-political musings of Common. Society wants to grind all up on you. Read the rest of this entry »





Him&Her: Textiquette

29 01 2010

Hello. Welcome back, it’s good to see you. Please, sit down, pour yourself a glass of wine. It’s a Merlot. 1997. Bold, complex.

Now let’s philosophize.

You know, almost all of the answers to the world’s great questions about love and relationships can be found with a few well-placed words in a Google search. It’s 2010, nobody is reinventing the wheel when it comes to the coupling of human beings. Whatever incredible thoughts and feelings you have on the subject have been thought an felt a BILLION times before. Trust me, there are no exceptions.

Except this one. Read the rest of this entry »





Pitchfucked: Stand-up comedy is the same as music, only more acoustic

25 01 2010

Oh, Pitchfork. Your albums reviews are shining rainclouds in a world filled with rainbows and sunshine. You hate everything music has to offer, which seems strange considering you are a music publication, but that is just one of the many ways you Pitchfork people prove your superior wits to us lowly mouth-breathers. So let’s read one of your reviews together, so we can all be as educated on what should be considered good and what should be thrown into the Hudson Bay. Today’s album? Aziz Ansari’s Intimate Moments for a Sensual Evening, brought to us by writer Ian Cohen, who rated the album an 8.1. [note: Pitchfork, R&R] Read the rest of this entry »





No. Not now. Not ever.

19 01 2010

I was browsing the fashion blog High Snobiety when I came across this abortion of sunwear, made by Linda Farrow Vintage. The post includes not only these faux-football visors but another pair similar to the Lady Gaga TV shades, shades which serve two purposes — to cause bodily injury to any idiot wearing sunglasses you can’t see out of, and to make said idiot look even more idiotic. Read the rest of this entry »