D’Angelo Russell & the World Star Generation


Welcome to the information age, aka the crest of technology. While some of us are worried about the government interference and unscrupulous invasion of privacy through programs such as the NSA, the actual intruders that we need to worry about are those own the latest I-Phone. Since the advent of social media, we have regressed in many ways into an opportunistic, attention-starved, put you straight on blast culture where we look for the acceptance of people we don’t know from Adam; with the end result of achieving more Twitter/Facebook likes, or that our video would go viral. Regardless, many of our histrionic personal ways requires that we become the center of attention, no matter how vulgar or superficial it is. We demand that everyone treat us like the posthumous Tupac in his song, “All Eyes on Me.” This is why we keep our phones on deck at all times to record the often instigated street/school fight, people engaging in explicit sexual acts, private (supposed to be) conversations, even to the most surprisingly positive or humorous feats;  the footage of our up’s and down’s are all available for public consumption. Apparently, this is what first year NBA player D’Angelo Russell must have thought when he secretly recorded a private conversation with his teammate, Nick Young (boyfriend of famed rapper Iggy Azalea), about a previous rendezvous with an alleged 19-year old, and why he didn’t holler at Amber Rose. The only thing that was missing from Russell’s scandalous, skullduggerish actions is he didn’t yell out the petulant phrase, “World Star!” How egregious.


While many will point to the fact that Russell broke the man or the “playa code,” Russell is only merely doing to what our culture has indoctrinated in him. While I do concur that D’Angelo broke the man code like some gossiping Wendy Williams type female; however, we can also conclude that this young, millennial, Negro wanted the cachet of social media, instead became its latest causality due to his thoughtless actions and immaturity–which is a glaring reflection of our society. Although Mr. Angelo is a public figure by way of his basketball talent; however, one must remember it is the very same public figures, entertainers, Instagram models and overnight You Tube sensations, which has enticed and infatuated the common man into thinking they are one click away from pop cultural ascension, acceptance and notoriety.

Please understand, I go easily disseminate or regurgitate what many other media sites such as ESPN are reporting about the dissension or fracas within the Lakers locker room (btw they won their game tonight vs. the Heat) ; but that’s not my angle nor the reason why I wrote this blog. This story intrigued me because it ran consecutively within the past several days of people with major and minor celebrity status that decided to put their personal business on blast by way of Twitter and Instagram. Whether it was Kyrie Irving and his suicidal girlfriend Kehlani, who was accused of cheating on Irving once an Instagram pic from some guy named PartyNextDoor surfaced. To the seemingly controversial ex-video vixen turned established author, Karrine Steffans, whose video was leaked over allegations of cheating and substance abuse with current husband, actor Columbus Short. Sadly, many of us walking dead “followers” pattern our lives vicariously through our favorite celebrity with the gap between the famous and the ordinary is just a friend request away. I truly only feel bad for Russell because he’d played his college ball here in Columbus, Ohio for that school I shall not mention because I despise their football program. D’Angelo has since apologized for his inconceivable, underhanded, and nearly unforgivable act as he was quoted in ESPN saying, “I can’t really show my face anywhere without people hating me right now.” After his Lakers defeated the visiting Miami Heat 102 to 100, Russell gave his conclusion about his shenanigans and how he doesn’t feel so isolated.

“Nah, I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” he said. “There’s been a bad vibe, but we’re human. So everybody has two cents to say. We’ve just got to clear the air, I guess.”

Get it together Russell and please, grow up! Otherwise they’ll trade you somewhere into NBA obscurity; and with the league being mostly black, one thing Negroes will concede upon is not tolerating a snitch. Peace y’all!


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