It’s Alright To Dislike
New York is an interesting place. Even a simple subway trip becomes an adventure loaded with fly women, guys flanking said fly women and homeless people with flies flanking them. It’s all a visual example of the survivalist nature of man, really: nameless individuals packed in like human anchovies in a life-size tin can headed toward some unknown destination, usually in the name of survival. I say “survival” because regardless of if you’re going to your job or going to a party, every step we take is all for the means of staying alive somehow.
It’s the same thing with music. New artists come out all the time, every single day. Can’t be mad at them for the most part, but I do have the right to reserve a negative judgment toward them. Much like it is human nature to have survival instincts, I believe it’s also in our nature to inherently dislike any and everything we deem unfit to suit us. And absolutely nothing is wrong with that.
Akin to my disdain of pork, coconuts and the WNBA (that shit is boring. Nothing more, nothing less), I’m not a fan of many styles of music, and it’s perfectly fine. Not one person is ever built to like everything. The age-old adage, “If I don’t like it I don’t like it,” rings ever so loudly in rap, especially considering it is almost as if we have to not like certain aspects of it.
I’m not that big a fan of Rick Ross, and the past few years has made me respect him even less. From being revealed as a former corrections officer, to swacking the name of a government-controlled, Los Angeles-reared glorified drug runner and the nickname of one of the most powerful crime bosses in history, damn near everything he’s done has received its fair amount of scorn. Leave it to the so-called “musical pundits” the flood your friendly neighborhood c-section, however, and those opinions would be looked upon as nondescript revulsion (or “hate,” if you will). It’s a never-ending cycle, and while it’s not widely respected it does keep the energy in music alive (believe it or not).
Imagine if everybody liked everything in rap; this shit we live in would be that much more boring. Instead, it’s perfectly fine to have a few naysayers in the crowd. The best part about them, though? When the person they’re talking about catches feelings. I don’t know about you, but whenever I see some rapster take to the Internets and talk about their “haters” like they were caught fucking their spouse on his brand-new mattress I die a little on the inside. Just saying.