Bobby Brown: It Turns Out His Services Weren’t Need Anyway | The Pop Culture Mom

Bobby Brown doesn’t just act so extra, he was completely extraneous to New Edition. The concert was better without him. #newblogpost #nobobbynoproblems

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Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? Hell yeah, we do! (Sewing Project) | The Pop Culture Mom

The Pop Culture Girls are so excited! We’re going to a public #Frozen singalong tonight, and they’re going to wear their new Elsa and Anna costumes.

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Some Relationship Advice for Selena Gomez

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Selena,

Can I call you that? Miss Gomez is probably more formal since we don’t know each other. But since I’m old enough to have been your babysitter [or, if I had made more mistakes in high school, your mother] and we aren’t doing business together, “Miss Gomez” just seems weird. But I digress…
Sunday, my husband and I took the Pop Culture Girls to your concert at the Houston Rodeo. Now, of course, this concert was sprinkled with rumors since it was only your second concert after *ahem* treatment and the first concert after the paparazzi caught Justin Bieber following you to Hildago and McAllen of all freaking places. We have enough spoiled, entitled brats in this great state. We don’t need to start importing them from Canada, too! But, again, I digress…
So there we are, having a great time. We’re doing the “dancing” and “singing” you promised us at the beginning of the concert. My two-year old was shaking her groove thang to “Birthday,” and then you went dark, girl. 
There’s a lot of speculation and a lot of things being said. No one is perfect. And everyone learns from their mistakes. And everyone makes mistakes…. And I would not be on this stage if it weren’t for people like you to remind me that everyone is human. I hope I can inspire people like you to do whatever you want to do with your life.”


And you were crying. Look, I get that it’s a very trying time for you. In fact, I really hope that “mistake” you were talking about is related to you going to rehab (for whatever it is that ails you). Because if that “mistake” is this horrible on-again-off-again boyfriend of yours, allow me to offer some advice from my family’s current favorite movie: Let It Go. And by “it,” I, of course, mean the relationship (and that jerk).

You’re young. You’re beautiful. You’re rich. You’re famous. And you’re slightly damaged. Girl, we all are. At least, I understand that now. I might not have understood it so well at 21. I’m sure your mom, grandmothers, and tias are already talking to you about this awful boy, and you feel like you don’t need anymore lectures; but the fact that you started keeping company with this boy—this criminal who is consistently abusing drugs and alcohol–so fresh off your recovery is a sign that you need more old ladies talking to you. I don’t know for what you underwent treatment, and it really doesn’t matter. Whether it’s an eating disorder, depression, or drug/alcohol abuse, being around this asshole who sends you ugly, harassing text messages, who doesn’t know how to take “leave me alone and stop sending me pictures of your penis. Go to rehab” [paraphrasing] for an answer, who spraypaints and eggs historical buildings, who sleeps with hookers, who does drugs and alcohol and then gets behind the wheel of a car, who falls asleep in depositions about his abusive behavior… being around this spoiled douche is not good for your recovery. 

I know your early 20s are your time to do stupid things and make dumb mistakes that you’ll look back on when you’re old like me and just laugh. But you’ve already made that mistake. It’s time for a new one. Get an ill-thought out tattoo, dye your hair a really unflattering color, sleep with a complete stranger who turns out to be all kinds of the wrong dude. But please don’t fool yourself into thinking you can make that little dweeb good boyfriend (or, goodness forbid, husband) material. 
Girl, you interrupted your dance party to start crying. Love doesn’t do that. Real love doesn’t make you miserable and defensive. 

In short: leave this fool, make some different mistakes, and then grow out of it. You’ll be glad you did. 

Love,
Pop Culture Mom, just some old lady who doesn’t want you to cry anymore

Why #iCan’t with Macklemore Anymore

Macklemore and his fake social activism is more tiresome than the people defending him as “the best hip-hop anything, ever… even though we’ve never actually listened to hip-hop.” But the more his old tweets surface, the more sketchy and inconsistent his claims of dependency and recovery become, the more he tries to claim this loving relationship with Kendrick Lamar, and the less Mary Lambert gets acknowledged for her major contribution to his success, the harder it gets for me to stick with my original thoughts of “I LOVE this guy! I just think there are certainly better hip-hop artists who are actually hip-hop, rather than hip-pop.”

I mean, these 2009 tweets of his are real and verified [not that anyone was trying to pretend to be Macklemore in 2009 anyway]:

Not exactly the beacon of LGBT rights, is he? And don’t give me that, “this was five years ago; maybe he changed” crap. If you read his interviews, he allegedly came to his enlightened positions on LGBT rights when he was young. You know… That uncle he’s always invoking?

His tales of dependency and recovery make no sense. He always claims alcohol dependency but the drugs he claims change every time he gives an interview. It started with OxyContin dependency, and now his claim is weed and sizzurup (Google it). But he’s also never been to an NA meeting and claims he’s too busy to do AA consistently. I get that not all sober people do AA or NA, but if you know any recovered addicts, you know they aren’t dealing with his (alleged) drug issues at AA meetings. Also, he’s going to AA when it’s convenient for him to bring along a Rolling Stones reporter; but he’s clearly busier than Ben Affleck (who regularly attends meetings), even though no one knew who the heck Macklemore was back in 2008, which is the time he “more or less” got sober. Which is another thing. Tell me one recovered addict (other than Macklemore) who can’t tell you the day s/he had his/her last drink/hit, let alone year. Seriously, he doesn’t know the year?? I mean, maybe he was soberish and slipped or has never fully and truly done a recovery program but is still sober. That’s still great. But why do you feel the need to bring an interviewer along when you actually decide to go to a meeting??? This self-promotion crap is so old… so very tired.
People are starting to catch on to this guy. These old tweets have found new life today. Even the women at Jezebel (who love him so very much) are starting to talk about it (http://groupthink.jezebel.com/presented-without-comment-1509651073).
Look Macklemore defenders, it isn’t that we can’t accept a white rapper. We accept Eminem just fine. Snow too. Bestie Boys, hell yes! It isn’t that we can’t accept rappers who don’t sing about bling-bling, bitches,and hoes either. The list of rappers who defy that stereotype is actually really long. Anyone who actually listens to hip-hop could rattle off 10 socially conscious hip-hop artists in 10 seconds. People who think rap is only about “bitches and hoes” and guns and bling clearly know nothing about rap—not its roots and not its present. The problem with Macklemore isn’t his whiteness and it isn’t his (alleged) consciousness; it’s his personal narrative and his placement. 
The man can flow. He would’ve been famous even if he acknowledged his past dickishness and didn’t try to fabricate this haggard backstory. But now, here’s where the famous backlash begins. If Macklemore befalls the same fate as Vanilla Ice, it won’t be the “white rapper” curse; it’ll be the “big liar” curse. Lying didn’t work for Milli Vanilli, and it shouldn’t work for him either. 
Also, I’m sorry, but Macklemore isn’t everything in rap. He can’t even get played on most hip-hop channels, but he owns every pop station. And, again, don’t give me that “it’s because he’s white” shit, because Eminem has an entire channel on Sirius/XM (Shade 45)
It’s a damn shame Macklemore turned out to be such a putz, because I really like some of his music. 

Review and GIVEAWAY!! Win a copy of Sandra Boyton’s "Frog Trouble"

Disclaimer: I did not and will not receive any financial compensation for this post. I received a copy of the Frog Trouble CD for review purposes. All opinions expressed in the review are solely the opinions of the Pop Culture Family and shall in no way be imputed to the Warner Music Group, Sandra Boyton, or Big Honcho Media.

REVIEW

As I have mentioned before, my house is filled with Sandra Boynton fans. So you can imagine how over-the-moon giddy I was when I was asked to review her latest CD. Now, everyone in my house likes country music. Pop Culture Dad, despite being born on the East Coast and raised in the Midwest, is probably the biggest country music fan in our house; and I, despite being born and raised in Texas and owning horses and a cattle ranch (seriously, I do), am a much smaller country music fan. My dad raised me on mostly Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton, Reba McEntire, and Kenny Rogers-type country, with some Crystal Gayle thrown in here and there (the classic stuff). In high school, I frequently played Pam Tillis, Trisha Yearwood, or John Michael Montgomery in rotation with Boys II Men, Madonna, and Dr. Dre. But as I got older, my tastes in country music got more pop-py. Sure, I still like the songs I used to, but if I’m going to pick new country music to listen to, I’m more likely to rev up Shedaisy, Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Sugarland, or Dixie Chicks than… I dunno, pick someone who’s won a CMA recently. You can keep your Tobey Keith, thank you.

So I approached this CD with some reservations. I love Sandra Boynton, but would I like this CD? The answer is apparently, for the most part, yes. Pop Culture Dad had no such reservations. When the CD arrived, he looked at the list of artists and said, “I’m going to love this song… and that one… and that one.” He was right in most cases. [The Pop Culture Kids have pure minds, free of biases, and went into this whole gig with no pre-formed opinions whatsoever].

Overall, it’s a great CD. It’s very kid-friendly, and definitely doesn’t give a parent pause like some of the songs on Radio Disney sometimes can. This is not a CD for people who don’t like country music, however. If you consider Taylor Swift real country and are expecting that kind of sound, this is not the CD for you. Some of these tracks (most of them) have a real, old country kind of feel, banjos and all. There are some crossover hits, like Darius Rucker’s “Beautiful Baby” or Ben Folds’ “Broken Piano,” but overall, there is no doubt that Frog Trouble is country.

The Good: My entire family agrees that “Heartache Song” is the best track on this CD. It’s a fun, bluesy track that starts with Kacey Musgraves belting, “They made me cleanup my room…” before launching into other apparent woes of being a kid. Not gonna lie, the Grease geek in me kind of thought of Stockard Channing singing “Look at Me I’m Sandra Dee” in parts (this is a good thing, people). Another favorite of mine (though Pop Culture Dad may disagree) is “Beautiful Baby.” Darius Rucker has this uncanny ability to sing songs that make you look at your children and breakdown into happy tears.

The Not-So-Good: The first song Pop Culture Dad prematurely declared he would love turned out to be the Pop Culture Family’s least favorite. Look, no disrespect to Alison Krauss (one of Pop Culture Dad’s favorite singers), but “End of a Summer Storm” was a wee but depressing. I mean, her voice sounded just fine (I guess), but the song was overall kind of a bummer. Pop Culture Dad thought it just didn’t have a place on a kids’ album. Also, I liked “Copycat,” but I don’t want to, because I still don’t forgive Brad Paisley for that intentionally racist “Accidental Racist,” so despite liking the song, I’m giving it a very stubborn thumbs-down.