HATE!: The American Pastime

I dislike Sean John Combs as much as the next guy.

Maybe a little less than Shyne, & a little more than Andre Harrell, nevertheless, mine runs pretty deep.

Would I go as far as to say I "hate" him? Not at all. I've never met him, & outside of wasting some precious life moments of mine with his horrid lyrics, he's never done anything to me personally.

But, from what I gathered, quite a few people Hate Diddy. I'm not sure why, because in order for me to prescribe someone such a strong emotion, I'd have to love them first. He's by no means my favorite artist, or fashion designer, & for that matter, his cologne isn't even all that good, & I regard him as one of the greatest Douche Nozzles of my generation, but hate isn't a word I'd associate him with.

However, his twitter phenomena has become an "I Hate Diddy" campaign. What he once modestly viewed as adoring fans & followers, have become cyber-stalkers, eThugs & mad rappers, hell bent on hurting the man's million-dollar feelings. Puh-lease. We're talking about the one-time spokesperson for Proactive. He let the world see razor bumps, & bad skin from Cassie's P.O.V. We're talking about a guy who publicly admitted he doesn't "write rhymes, [he] writes checks". We're talking about a guy who has dozens of songs aimed at his humility, & even a couple of books. I'm positive this isn't his first experience with "no love", but this one's gotten him riled up something fierce. So much so that he launched his own anti-movement, entitled "Give A Hater A Hug", as if he's the bigger man. Which, I guess is a good idea, although I doubt that physical contact will persuade any detractors to think otherwise. Maybe if he called it "Give A Hater $100", then folks would have a reason to stall him out. Spread the love around, per se.

Now, only followers that signed on as friends (or however twitting works) can have mutual correspondence with Puff. As if.Here's a little tip [||]; sign on as a friend/follower, then you can get back to the ridicule session. But, don't tell anybody. It's our secret.

A logical mind has to wonder, sometimes at least, what makes a "hater" tick? Any of us who frequent cyberspace knows of the abundance of such a creature. They're in every chat room, on all the message boards, littering the pages with endless insults, unnecessary comments & pointless banter in reference to their target's personal lives. Is it because, deep down, they admire the obvious success? If the "hater" could trade places with the "hatee", he would do so in a second. Yet, he tears down their God-given talent at every chance, & the more their target is defended by the "public", the more the jealously engulfs them. It's funny. I'm a fan of some artist's now just because it ruins the Hater's Day parade(s) for other people. Pissing in their cereal, if you will.

To not like an artist for their skill, or lack there of, is completely understandable, but to start playing the dozens with a guy who's way too busy to respond to you is idiotic. Almost like arguing with an imaginary friend for the whole world to see (or in this case, read). Maybe it makes them feel like they're part of the celebrity's lives, like one of their anonymous darts will bother said artist enough that they'll get a shout out on the album. Yeah, I bet Puffy's itching to tell "MochaMacMan666" why he chooses to rap about money, cars & gratuitous sex.

My wife & I went out last weekend with a few of her friends. They all got dolled up to go to this party, but my wife was the only one with an escort. She looked pretty good, & the other girls looked nice as well, but her & I were matching & we dressed like there was a point to be proved. That following Monday, on their way to work, one of the girls who were with us made it a point to mention, out of the clear blue, that she didn't like my wife's dress that she wore. No Dice. My wife was the best dressed (no favoritism) lady in the room. This chick, on the other hand, was rocking one of those Saturday night club/Sunday morning church joints. "Hope I get some tonight"-wear. My wife just shrugged it off & went on about her day. I knew the broad was mad that, not only was she alone before we went, but she danced alone (numerous times), & ended up buying herself a drink before going home. Alone. That's hate.

So, be warned peeps. They're even out to get us "normal" folks. Haterade was a popular drink, & it still is.