a revelatory beam of light hath swathed the darkened crevasse of my street cred in a creamy sunglow a la the soft focus filter of pg-13 romantic comedies c. 1992-1996. this street cred laser burned my sleepy little retinas after about six hours on wikipedia invested, as per usual on saturday night at 2:40 am, in rap exegesis.
the basis for my epiphany is this:
street cred is different for
in order to accrue street cred as a white person, one must simply exhibit symptoms of severe psychological unrest, and this is made exponentially more viable if psychological unrest manifests via extended episodes of clinical nervous collapse punctuated by: institutionalization, rampant drug addiction and failed rehabilitation, suicide attempts, successfully completed suicide, unrequited romantic fixation that results in stabbing, stalking, lurking, a painful break-up, compulsive masturbation in public restrooms, etc.
i am completing a chart of Caucasian Street Credibility Paradigms. more on that soon.
we are delicate flowers.
don't hurt our feelingz.