The whores are back in town

"I thought he was too young, and I just always thought he was ugly. That’s real talk. I thought he looked like a tree monkey…" - Superhead on Lil' Wayne, no pun intended

For all that's been said about Superhead's antics in the past year or so, one thing that struck me as odd is the fact that we've yet to see more Superhead copycats, especially once you consider how much money she must have made from that shit.

I mean, the process seems simple enough: go out and blow a buncha guys, take good notes, and then later on recount your experiences to someone with the cognitive ability to put them in book form. Pad the story out with the usual bullshit about how your daddy didn't love you enough when you were a baby, and how these men were taking adavantage of you, gotdamnit, until you found the inner strength to to stop sucking guys' dicks for money.

No homo on this entire post, by the way.

And yet to date, the only other town bicycle who's managed to turn her knob-shining conquests into a second career as an author, so to speak, is Nas' baby's mother Carmen Bryan. And even in her case, it's not like she went out and sucked a buncha people's dicks for the purpose of writing a book about it. Of course she jumped at the opportunity to tell her story when it was presented, but she probably would've done it anyway, just because that's how she rolls.

As such, Superhead herself might actually be the first rap industry jizz jar to go out and do what she does for the sole purpose of writing a book about it. Which, at the very least, I'd say is a testament to this woman's determination to make a buck without... you know, learning a valuable skill or something. Which is not to say that oral sex isn't valuable, but how much of a skill is it, really? If anything, I'd say Superhead's skill, such as it is, lies in a) her endurance, and b) her utter lack of self-esteem.

The only thing is, I wonder how interesting another 200 or so pages of stories about the times she blew rappers could possibly be. Not that I read the first book, and I'm not planning on reading this one either, but it always occurred to me that the success of the first book had as much to do with the story of how a woman who had been mistreated by men her whole life finally found the power within to mistreat men, not unlike how the Jews have done with the Palestinians.

Or am I reading too much into this?

At any rate, here's hoping this second Superhead book doesn't do nearly as well as the first one, lest it kickstart some trend of publishers finding hookers on the street and sending them to rap concerts with a bottle of orange juice and a tape recorder. Lord knows the last thing hip-hop needs these days is a buncha nappy headed hoes feeling they're entitled to anything other than a handful of sweaty one dollar bills just because they gave some rapper a blowski.