I was spending(wasting) my time reading angry people on the internet, who are upset about some thin, white girl fashion blogger wearing a Bindi and a Neon colored Indian Headdress…. I manage my time spectacularly.

It made me think about what cultural appropriation or “authenticity” even means anymore, in the age of the internet. An age filled with black teenagers obsessed with dressing and talking like anime characters, Filipino’s being consistent players in the element of DJing, Todos Somos Morrissey, Akon speaking Hindi in one of this songs, Big Boi stating Kate Bush is the person he would most like to work with, Lupe Fiasco sampling Modest Mouse, every MC on my twitter feed being in love with Larry David, Tyler the creator sporting a nazi symbol(ala Poly Styrene), the Farsi speaking dude in “Kennedy” Fried Chicken telling me to “Have a Goodnight Mami,” and the last episode of 60 minutes including a montage of the hosts edited with Eminem’s “My Name Is” under it(dude, those dudes are OLD!). I mean really, aren’t white kids “acting black” at this point just “acting white” or at least Filipino? or Ed Bradley?

The problem is not the symbols or the ornaments, or the images, these are subjective, dependent on time and place, anyone can wear anything, anyone can profit off or copyright any image. The nuts and bolts of who is profiting and why, is the real issue. You may be an uncreative dickhead for wearing a neon Indian Headdress, but you aren’t racist. I’m not saying these images aren’t powerful, they are, that’s why we care so much, but you cannot intellectually argue people out of how they want to express themselves, you cannot intellectually argue people out of what they respond to, of what makes them happy or angry.