When hip-hop was born she had no commercial home, and was an invention of beautiful creativity. Born from a beautiful struggle, today she is mostly a ‘ratchet’ bitch spitting nonsense from her pimp’s mansion.

As though she were asking me where some sort of unusual wine could be obtained, she inquired fretfully and worriedly: ‘Jack, have you any idea where I could find some presentable loose women?’ I had...

The pimp has a grin, never a smile.