Outkast Outrage

For the most part, I like Outkast. They're fun. They're clever. They look like they're having a helluva good time. I could do without the, um, neverending parade of gyrating and barely-clad females, but whatevs. Their performance on Grammy night, though, was bad. Bad taste, bad choices, bad feathers, bad, bad stereotyping. Whose lame-ass idea was this? I can't believe they sat around trying to think of performance ideas and someone actually said, "Hey! I know what we can do..." It was far more offensive (to me, at least) than Miss-Jackson-If-You're-Nasty's wardrobe malfunction and fancy-schmancy nipple jewelry.

Here's the inevitable petition. I'm signature 4 thousand something or other.