“Don’t ju e-ber do dis! BANG BANG BOOM!…HEEL…to the balls!”
“If someone tell me that about my wife, “I’m sorry sir, but I am going to break your leg.”
“Don’t do that to ‘El Guapo’”
To learn more about Bas Rutten and to view more of his self-defense tutorials, I have been so kind to provide you with the following links. Please exercise discretion when trying to re-enact these moves at home.
One thing that continues to pleasantly surprise me during my frequent travels to Europe would be the idea of a shared cultural knowledge. American culture is heavily exported throughout the world. Certain phrases, gestures and pop culture references have transcended political borders. While teaching English in Europe last summer, some ESL campers and I watched a few episode of “The O.C”. Soon after this, I was asked if all Americans drink out of “those large red cups when they make party.”This past summer, I discovered how useful my Britney Spears discography would be in bridging age and cultural gaps between me and a group of 12 year old European girls when I was asked to organize “Girls Night” as an evening camp activity in Germany. When a Portuguese camper asked how I managed two grapefruit sized bruises on my thigh (a rugby game with a bunch of 12 year old Spanish boys), I responded “Chris Brown.” This garnered a chuckle from little Henrique.
More interesting, though, is that the inverse is not always true. There is a litany of European pop culture references, that for one reason or another, remain completely unknown to the vast majority of us Amurikins. This is no surprise. American pop culture remains to this day, one of the most dynamic in the world. We also happen to be a nation that exports a lot more than we import (in terms of culture). While this irks me from time to time, it makes the idea of discovering ‘the other’ that much more fun. Especially when this new cultural discovery comes in the form of a semi-biographical account of a Russian mystic.
Just today, one of my best friends from France unleashed this gem on me. Attached to an e-mail titled: “the disco music that never reached the USA” was “Rasputin”(1978) by Boney M, a black German disco group. Loosely based on Grigori Rasputin, this track is dripping with corniness and lacquered with synthesized violins. Lastly, let us not overlook that this gem features a male vocalist who seems oh-so-desperate to properly enunciate his consonants in English. Upon bumpin this one, I’m immediately transported to a happier place; a multi-story superclub somewhere in Central Europe (could be Hungary, my mothaland, could be the Czech Republic, it’s a bit unclear), surrounded by throngs of imperfect, yet impossibly sexy-looking young men sporting monys, (a mony would be the term i’ve coined to describe a man pony tail, athankyou) swiftly gyrating to this 4/4 beat. This would be the cover of Boney M’s LP.
WOW! So many thoughts runnin through my head after watching this video.
1. Where the hell is she from?
2. Where did she learn to drop it like that?
3. How did she learn to drop it like that?
4. Why are kids’ minds like sponges?!?!?! They can imitate anything!
Yes it’s true, Lil’ Kim is starting to look like the cat lady Jocelyn Wildenstein.
Yes it’s true, Lil Kim’s recent music isn’t anything that’ll get your panties in a twist.
HOWEVER, we cannot deny she used to be DAT hood bitch from Bed-Stuy circa her debut album Hardcore.
Do the songs: Queen Bitch, Big Momma Thang, and Not Tonight make you all warm and fuzzy?