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“I don’t pop molly, I rock Tom Ford.”
– Jay-Z, “Tom Ford“, 2013
If you listen to hip-hop these days, you’ve no doubt heard all the references to molly (basically ecstasy): “I Can’t Seem to Find Molly“, “Popped a molly, I’m sweatin‘” or maybe you’re even listening to Miley “cultural appropriation” Cyrus’ latest song. She sings about poppin’ mollies in “We Can’t Stop“. [She told producers she wanted “something that sounds black.” Girl, get your life! I give major side-eye to people who reduce blackness to the sliver of sub-culture of which they are aware. You need to diversify your black exposure. 13 million black Americans aren’t all the same. It’s like if Rihanna said she wants a “white” sound for her next album and had bagpipers all up in her video. Have a seat with your pancake booty that has no business twerking.]
My sister asked me to go with her to an album release party for Big Sean‘s album release party earlier this month. We arrived just in time to see him being hustled from his outdoor stage into Brooklyn Circus to sign CDs. The crowd was large, super hype and pushing and shoving trying to sneak in behind him. The bodyguards weren’t having it. It was a disorganized mess. No one seemed to know how we were supposed to get into the signing. Some people had wristbands, others didn’t. If there are two things I can’t stand: crowds & chaos. As the crowd started to form a line, I overheard this exchange between a girl who appeared to be in her early 20s and two older teenagers:
Girl: “Y’all want some pills?”
Boy 1: “You got mollies?”
Girl: “No, but I got those Obamas and McDonalds.”
Disappointed, the boys shook their heads no.
What the…?
Obamas?! My sister joked, ‘That must be some Presidential-grade shit!”
I looked at my sister, pleading with my eyes to leave. This isn’t my crowd. I don’t pop mollies, Obama or McDonald’s. I am not here for that business. I’m too old for this shit. We didn’t get to see Big Sean perform, but we did see him. I didn’t need an up close and personal experience.
My sister declared, “This.is.ratchet! Let’s go!”
Thank goodness.
Related articles
- The Molly Craze Is Back – And Buzzier Than Ever (refinery29.com)
- Cultural Appropriation Is A Bigger Problem Than Miley Cyrus (thoughtcatalog.com)
- Big Sean Block Party @ Brooklyn Circus | San Francisco (kmel.com)
- Who’s Molly? Hip-hop’s newest designer drug (thegrio.com)
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Definitions (since more than a few people land here after searching for the meaning of the song hook):
(to) Pop = (to) take, ingest
molly = a drug, MDMA, makes people feel good. Drugs are bad, kids.
(to) Rock = (to) wear well
Tom Ford = fashion designer
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