My two cents is worth less because of the exchange rate, but if Cassie is actually denying that the song is about head, then fffffff/psht, etc. Thing is though, she's not "denying" that the song is about head, she's denying that she said the song is about head; what she said was that she said that she never said that the song was about "head". Not even barely a good lawyer trick; it's like a kitten playing the telephone game with itself. And those quotation marks and italics are her fault, not mine.

Bol said the song was about head, and made some interesting comments amounting to the idea that head songs by 19's that look like 15's are an automatic responsibility shirk (by 40's -- is that generous?). Casssssssssssie can't buy a drink to wash it down, but she can provide an anthem for bathroom stall blowjob culture, become this decade's AIDS ambassador, backwards. That's probably extreme, but the whole package is such a poison geyser. Peep the YouTube: the barely-vague topicality of the song plus gratuitous lip shots plus girl-gone-as-wild-as-MTV-will-
permit theme, it's actually about way more than not being about head. The most exhausting thing she does in the clip is kiss her reflection, but she also takes off most of her clothes and needs to trickle water down her face, etc., islands-in-a-stream (if Beyonce can call "it" "it," I can call them "etc"). She goes from b-girl to b-movie in roughly sixty seconds. Yeah, I know it's a music video, not a documentary, but it's so definitely a documentary.

The grot part is that the forces shaping this image are no different than this guy (thank you, chirp and co; read that if you haven't already, get some insight into the mindsets of the guys that put their money in the mouths of 15 lookin 19's). In fact, "Me & U" is actually that guy set to music that isn't techno or crunk, and "those crying 'empowerment' can suck a dick," obviously. The commoner thread: catch your PYT, make it crawl around, meow for its milk, and -- and this will happen -- put it to sleep when you don't want it any more. Can't shake the feeling that the annual r-n-b cutie pageant is turning more and more into human bling mining for the Puffs who want to put it on.

Fin: because this shit should not even be a question, the real question is whether the Clipse will talk about head or something a little more apropos, like chickenheads, or their farmers (the dudes with the rakes/hoes) when they destroy this instrumental on the next Cheap. I mean, please, somebody, ground this. Cheap indeed.

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