Mockery
Dec 24th, 2003, 08:49 PM
From http://www.loosie.com/words/archives/000272.html
"Richmond, Virginia: With a population of 1 million, the Richmond metropolitan has all of the problems one associates with a big city, but none of the perks. Roughly four times the size of Green Bay, Richmond can’t sustain a major sports team in a state with no other pro franchises. Its apathetic population didn’t even support its ABA team, the Virginia Squires, which boasted Rick Barry and Dr. J.
Due largely to its ranking of ninth in the nation in per capita murders, Richmond is a victim of white and middle class black flight. A model of urban decay that only the Bush Regime could be proud of, Richmond boasts some of the nation’s most depressing ghettoes.
While many cities have fallen into disrepair, the thing that really sets Richmond apart is its nightlife. Virginia’s draconian liquor laws force most clubs to close at 2 am, with last call at 1:30. That doesn’t pose that much of a problem, since you wouldn’t want to stay at any Richmond club any later than 2am, anyway. Richmond nightlife is divided between fratboy and ghetto. It’s not uncommon so see a young black woman tarnish her natural beauty with a mouth full of gold teeth or an outlandishly styled weaves. White women tend to be the bottle blonde variety, whose fashion tastes run the gamut from Abercrombie & Fitch to the Gap. Painfully unimaginative, the uniform for male club goers consists of Dockers and golf shirts or clownish “urban†gear; depending on which camp they fall into, with the occasional tobacco chewing redneck or pimp-suited playa thrown in for good measure. These people will be your company for a night filled with poorly mixed, MTV approved hip-hop, or Dance Hits USA house music.
Everything above was separated black/white, because everything in Richmond is. Richmond deals with race, by not dealing. Separate but equally lame. That’s Richmond, VA."
"Richmond, Virginia: With a population of 1 million, the Richmond metropolitan has all of the problems one associates with a big city, but none of the perks. Roughly four times the size of Green Bay, Richmond can’t sustain a major sports team in a state with no other pro franchises. Its apathetic population didn’t even support its ABA team, the Virginia Squires, which boasted Rick Barry and Dr. J.
Due largely to its ranking of ninth in the nation in per capita murders, Richmond is a victim of white and middle class black flight. A model of urban decay that only the Bush Regime could be proud of, Richmond boasts some of the nation’s most depressing ghettoes.
While many cities have fallen into disrepair, the thing that really sets Richmond apart is its nightlife. Virginia’s draconian liquor laws force most clubs to close at 2 am, with last call at 1:30. That doesn’t pose that much of a problem, since you wouldn’t want to stay at any Richmond club any later than 2am, anyway. Richmond nightlife is divided between fratboy and ghetto. It’s not uncommon so see a young black woman tarnish her natural beauty with a mouth full of gold teeth or an outlandishly styled weaves. White women tend to be the bottle blonde variety, whose fashion tastes run the gamut from Abercrombie & Fitch to the Gap. Painfully unimaginative, the uniform for male club goers consists of Dockers and golf shirts or clownish “urban†gear; depending on which camp they fall into, with the occasional tobacco chewing redneck or pimp-suited playa thrown in for good measure. These people will be your company for a night filled with poorly mixed, MTV approved hip-hop, or Dance Hits USA house music.
Everything above was separated black/white, because everything in Richmond is. Richmond deals with race, by not dealing. Separate but equally lame. That’s Richmond, VA."