Over the years one of the favorite targets of writers at the Minneapolis alternative weekly City Pages has been the white middle to upper class suburbanite. These sophisticated city dwelling scribes loathe their ignorant, mall loving, gun toting, SUV driving, Republican voting, cross burning neighbors and never miss an opportunity to mock them be it in an article about smart growth or even a music review on Guns N' Roses:
He was hot. He could howl. And during that four-year-long comet blast, before grunge and alt-rock truly squashed him, Axl provided a universal strip-malled under-the-bridge-kegger soundtrack for suburban kids too timid to appropriate hip hop (or too racist to embrace it). (My pal who sang, "Take me down to the Paradise City/ Where everyone reads Will by G. Gordon Liddy" really nailed a certain segment of GNR's gun-show fan base.)
So if you're a suburban kid and don't like hip hop you're either a racist or a coward? If I didn't know that the progressive City Pages was against discrimination and broad brushed stereotyping I might be a bit offended.