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ACTION: This character is intelligent, gutsy, funny and by no means beautiful. Despite the occasional lapse into pimp cliches (we don't all have one), the writers have produced a realistic character who is not evil incarnate yet does not have the proverbial heart of gold. Could a prostitute end up as a studio exec? Who says they haven...
...around for the enigmatic Len. DJ Moves and Canada's own Drunkness Monster, the group's two turntable maestros, warmed the crowd up with a few selections, including NWA's "Straight Outta Compton." Then the four stars of Len showed up, mikes in hand and adrenaline flowing. The Burger Pimp (a.k.a. Marc Costanzo), D. Rock, Planet Pea and Sharon (complete with backpack) connected with the crowd from the start. When told by a rogue audience member to shut up, the Pimp promptly returned the sentiment and started the next song...
...speaker was former Labor Secretary Robert Reich; Harvard welcomed Federal Reserve Board Chairman Alan Greenspan to speak to alums and graduates. The two men have very different views of the economy. In his memoir, Reich imagined that a frank exchange would involve his assailing Greenspan as a "robber-baron pimp" and the central banker's calling him a "Bolshevik dwarf...
...When I was growing up, everyone's daddy was a pimp, everyone's momma was a ho--and you're going to tell me that that's not real?" The question freezes me at the foot of the staircase. Remembering the side entrance, I hurry past, staring intently at my toes the whole way. As I approach the thankfully unoccupied door, I try to dredge up what little knowledge of hip-hop culture I have. It's Nothing but a G-Thang. G-Funk--step to this, I dare you. Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin to fuck wit'. Inter...
...When I was growing up, everyone's daddy was a pimp, everyone's momma was a ho--and you're going to tell me that that's not real?" The question freezes me at the foot of the staircase. Remembering the side entrance, I hurry past, staring intently at my toes the whole way. As I approach the thankfully unoccupied door, I try to dredge up what little knowledge of hip-hop culture I have. It's Nothing but a G-Thang. G-Funk--step to this, I dare you. Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin to fuck wit'. Inter...