Bad Influence

I am a big fan of eminem. BIG.

You like him? Great. You loathe him? Great.

I love him.

I love him in the car and in concert. I love him on DVD and on TV. I love him in books and on posters. I love him in interviews and on magazine covers.

I love him here, I love him there, I love him pretty much anywhere!

The thing is, I really think Frankie J digs him too.

Is that bad?

Being that she is only 15 months old, and has only been exposed to English for about 4 months, I still pop in Eminem CD's when we're in the car together. I figure she still has no idea what he's talking about.

Thus, we jam.

Her legs go up and down like crazy and I swear I have seen her pump her right arm up and down to the beat. (Rapper style).

I'm telling you, my girl is down with Eminem.

What am I supposed to do? The poor kid was deprived of so much the first 11 months of her life, can I deprive her of this?

I don't think I can.

I don't think I will.

At least not yet.

I know there will come a day when I won't be able to pop in his CD's anymore or, at best, I'll have to get the ones with censored lyrics. (Blech!) That day is out there though, it's out there...just looming above me like a thunderstorm threatening a picnic. It makes me sad, yes--but I'm thinking if I don't pull him from my CD player, the alternative could be very bad later on down the line...

Teacher:

Frankie, I'm sorry, but you and your friends are going to have to keep it down.

Frankie:

B*tch, keep talkin'

Keep on poppin' off, flip them jaws because

We ain't stoppin'

We ain't gotta prove $h*t to ya'll

So all ya'll can lick the b#!!$ and keep walkin'!

OY.

That would be bad. Very bad.

I should probably just stop playing him now.

Blech!