This week’s shaping up to be a busy one, mostly with work stuff. Not the least of which is my daily blogging of each new chapter of R. Kelly’s magnum opus “Trapped in the Closet.”
I struggled with whether to give the guy any more attention than he already has. IFC has thrown its lot in with him, presenting each new chapter in advance of the DVD release. It’s a brilliant strategy, as I’d argue far more people will see it this way than in a DVD-only release.
But this fact remains: he’s an accused/alleged child pornographer/molester, and a person seemingly incapable of speaking of a woman in song without calling her a bitch or ‘ho. So why choose to associate myself with him, especially since I’ve taken pains to criticize him whenever possible? In the end, two things tipped the scales:
1) My inability to pass up an opportunity to crack wise
2) Figuring out ten different ways to refer to Kelly’s criminal charges in the intro
So yes, I too am lying down with a dog, and expect to wake up with a few flies in the process.
Astute readers of the Internet will no doubt notice that the academic tone of those posts resembles that of the Cliffs Notes versions of “Trapped in the Closet Chapters 1-12.” If there was another way to address these videos, I would. But it’s flat-out impossible to meet outright ridiculousness with anything other than something resembling rampant sincerity.