Do we have enough albums that people call their "love letter to New York"? I think so. But people just keep making them, huh?
There's a guy at work who speaks to clients whose speaking voice reminds me of Young Jeezy - specifically the part: "If you get jammed up/ Don't mention my naaaaame... This ain't a rap song/ This is my liiiiife". Cocaine rap isn't that big at my workplace, though, so I doubt he was influenced by him. I also think the dancer at the start of this one has a tattooed armpit.
I was watching a movie this weekend and thought a bit about the The Unequals Hypothesis. You can come up with another set of films that contradicts this hypothesis. However I think the more interesting way to look at this sack of rocks is not gender, but social class. The older films - like the screwball comedies of the 30s and 40s - tend to feature women who are "socialites", which affords them the luxury to be a free-spirit and lets them act as a foil for the uptight male. Modern comedies often seem to use the "lower-status" party as the foil, somewhat irrespective of gender.
