Last week, Ezra Klein was runner-up for Dingus of the Week for surgically removing his own spine and tossing it in the garbage disposal of punditry
My family never had one, so I never knew what that was like growing up, but seeing it here, it made me think that this must have been like a primitive version of Twitter: everyone's got an alias, there's a distinct vocabulary and language common to the medium, and there's a strong sense of community
But imagine, just imagine, him at the end of a long night, weary, maybe a bit stressed from the pressure of the holidays
Maybe the idea of neo-soul got bastardized by critics and labels looking for an easy, uncomplicated tagline for R&B in the 21st centuryor music that wasnt exactly hip-hop, but still grooved deeply