Fail: Yung Humma
My parents are rarely wrong when it comes to how to judge perceived human interactions. Their brand of tough love and harsh reality may have made me a slightly jaded individual, but it kept me from falling for the dumb ish all the other kids clearly accepted as the truth. While other kids were worshiping Santa Claus and the Hanukkah Harry, I was in the back of the kindergarten class smirking about how mentally superior I was to my classmates and played with the Flintstone Phone. I knew that the Muppets weren’t real, Mr. Rogers was a pedophile, and Big Bird was a transgendered Caucasian (and apparently the only Caucasian animal on Sesame Street). When people told me “You can’t judge a book by its cover”, I was the kid that told them “F**k that, you can go to an interview in jeans, I’m wearing a suit”.
If I thought judging things as soon as I see them wasn’t P.C., I wouldn’t have sensed the impending hot mess of failfest that was going to ensue as soon as I saw Yung Humma hand-combing what appeared to be his “man-weave” in the first few seconds of his video “Lemme Smang It”. It was all downhill from there. This video/artists/song/dance fails for several reasons too obvious to even point out. The production, the awkward video girls, the awkward dancing, Charlies Murphy’s evil crackhead twin brother from Bizzaroland, and the 80′s-rific extreme closeups at the end. I’m done.
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