Having McNugget love will do this to you...*

Girl, you got a 10-piece, please don't be stingaayyy.

I'm not talking about having withdrawal symptoms from not eating McNuggets for seven or eight days. I'm talking about that symptom of McNugget Love that so far has made me think about fast food every day since the first time I saw the commercial. Thinking about McDonald's, and also other fast food will trigger random thoughts, and then I'll mentally compare a random thought to something about fast food. The latter happened to me today, or yesterday, whatever you wanna call it.

So, as you should know, I don't like people who swear they know why hip-hop is dead. There's a post really early on in this blog that clearly illustrates my feelings on the whole thing. No need to go into detail again. But I did hear somebody somewhere basically saying that hip-hop was dead and that nothing will ever take it back to the golden age. The golden age of hip-hop happened in the early to mid 90's (a terrible time for everything else - don't let anybody tell you otherwise) when hip-hop was all about lyricism and all about subjects that made you think while listening to music. It was based in New York, but people from other places were doing it too, although the influence from the headquarters (NY) was evident. Before then, it was mainly club music with simple beats and simple lyrics and it was all in New York. Now, it's mainly club music with simple beats and...simple...lyrics...oh damn. But it's all over the map, and the "mainly" is key, because there's still music that emulates music from the golden age, California, Texas, the Midwest, ATL, Miami, New York, even Arizona, Virginia, and DC are all kinda important. It's also worldwide, assholes.

That's not important, because that's not a part of what I'm trying to argue. I was basically trying to say that hip-hop has branched out - it's different, and there's different types. Almost different enough to not be able to be lumped into the same category.

Now, let's get to the main shit.

• McDonald's original menu, in 1955, had, if I'm not mistaken, nine things on it: the hamburger, the cheeseburger, the soft drink in 3 flavors, milk, coffee, pie, fries, a milkshake, and potato chips. This will be compared to the origin of hip-hop.
• I don't have a menu for any other times, because they're so fucking enormous decades later, but let's just say the time when supersized shit and 9 piece McNuggets with white and dark meat existed is the golden age of the golden arches.
• Now, the time when salads, yogurt, and water, along with a whole new menu (dollar menu), breakfasts galore, premium coffee, and a thousand new sandwiches and shit exist, along with the disappearance of the supersize stuff can be the state of hip-hop now.

This was all a lot simpler when it popped into my head.

So we'll make our comparison between the golden age and now, in terms of McDonald's. All the people who think that hip-hop is now dead should be the same people who think that McDonald's is dead. The commercialization in both is actually very similar. But what I think is the most important part is that you have to remember that you can still find what you liked before. Maybe you liked the Big Mac. Even though there's a Southern Chicken Sandwich and Chicken Selects now, they still have the Big Mac. Maybe you liked the milkshakes. They still have them, even though there's hella coffee and cookies and a couple dozen sodas now. So it's not dead, there's just been additions that you have to sift through. Or, you can be like me (in both situations) and follow what's new. I say, whatever you like, just do it. Just please, for the love of God and everybody in His clique, don't whine and scream and tell me I'm wrong or that you're right. If you want to, go do it in a soundproof booth. I'll be on the other side.

On a lighter note, is it a coincidence that between the golden age and now, the supersize disappeared, and the supersize rapper (Biggie) died? Probably not. I think they both had a great relationship.

To sum it all up: Things change, things branch out, but you can still almost always find whatever older things you liked. So things haven't died - it's more like tree trunks, where more shit just gets added on, but the roots (no pun intended) are still present. So shut your damn mouth unless my dick's all up in it.

*This entire blog post is very uninformed, so take everything with a lot of grains of salt.

UPDATE: Here's my new thing: Stay up really late on Saturday night so that you wake up and football is already on. It's like waking up from a nightmare and being waist-deep in ribs. Damn, I need some ribs.