The man, The Myth, The frickin’ Legend!

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Ok, so ever since my post where I made fun of Li’l Wayne and how he dressed, I have gotten a LOT of death threats from barely literate Blog readers. However, I have also got a number of E-Mails complaining about me making fun of someone and hiding what I look like behind the safety of my monitor. These E-Mails have a valid point. I should CLEARLY be equally judged by who I am and what I look like, so without further ado, I have decided to unveil myself to my Blogging audience! That’s right! You will bare witness to the Man, the Myth, The frickin’ Legend that is Shaide!

Woah though! Don’t start holding your breath now. I’m not unveiling it TODAY! Nope! However, my next post? It will have my picture in it. Why? Because this gives you the time needed to come up with good insults, to try and make me cry so you can post something clever and witty that basically translates to “Oh, you can dish it, but can’t take it huh? Boo-hoo-hoo!”

Hip-Hop Fashion

Fashion in this day and age is…well, quite weird to be honest. I’m not talking about high fashion, from top of the line designers from france and other countries(Those have always just plain wierd). The fashion I am referring to is Hip-Hop fashion, if it could actually be called “Fashion”.

Things like backwards AND upside down sunvisors(Which kinda defeats the purpose doesn’t it?), saggy britches or even BACKWARD britches…Pull your pants up and turn em around I say! I swear, it looks like these people can’t even dress themselves..and yet people dress like this and aren’t even embarassed!

One of the worst offenders I can think of is a rapper named Lil Wayne. Have a look for yourself!

What the hell?!? This guy not only has the sagging britches going on, but also has 2 layers of boxers, so that 1 layer can sag as well! the most disturbing part of this picture though is his tank top. He has his HEAD stuck through his arm hole..the scary part is i think he’s sober.

I mean, sure! I used to dress like that when I was younger….but I was Three, and then my mom would laugh, pat me on the head for being all cute and trying to dress myself, then she would dress me properly. This poor guy never had that luxury. So sad! So sad!