At least ten times a day my eardrums are pulverized by the absurd level of bass proliferating out of some tastelessly crafted import car, while one of the latest top 20 mainstream rap artists speaks about how he "gots to put the shizzle in dat nizzle to fix the mofo up."" Once I'm sure I haven't driven onto the set of the next Fast and the Furious sequel, I usually glance over for closer inspection of this beautifully glued together "race car- and its inhabitants. Of course, as soon as I have succeeded in peering in through the obsessively wallpapered stickers enveloping the tinted windows, I see some too cool for school tool bobbing his head up and down and about to break his neck to Busta Rhyme's next chart busting single. You know he is cool because the visor he is wearing is both upside down AND backwards. If it wasn't for the sun reflecting off his meticulously placed fake sterling necklace and onto his face, I might not have noticed he was white. Behold, I have found the wigger.
Wiggerism, much like Scientology or Exploding Man Syndrome, is a black plague, or should I say white plague, on society. Not only do they bring extreme embarrassment to both whites and blacks alike, they have severely bastardized the already bastardized English language that rappers use. Being fortunate enough to have attended a somewhat upper class suburban school, I am quite versed with the Wigger, so much so that I consider myself an expert with the "bling-blingin'- and "straight ballin'- lifestyle and language of the wigger. Imagine yourself for a moment taking a stroll down memory lane through one of your old high school hallways. You slow as you pass a group of kids to admire the baby blue Carolina jersey tastefully worn down to his knees, yet still somehow managing to give the world a glimpse of his FUBU underwear as his pants sit a good 2-3 inches below the bottom seam of his jersey.
I have chosen to wear wigs, because wigs prevent damage to your natural hair, save times, and saves money. ... Wigs come in a variety of cuts, colors, and textures. ... Wigs come prepackaged in a variety of styles. ... My last reason for wearing wigs is that they save money. ... The average price for a wig can range between twenty to one hundred dollars per wig. ...
In January 2001, I donated twelve inches of my hair to the Wigs for Kids Foundation so kids going through chemotherapy would be able to wear wigs instead of having no hair. -> In all I think I deserve this scholarship because of all the hard work and dedication that has been forth to help the community. ...
In document thirteen, Samuel Pepys writes that no one bought wigs anymore for fear of infection. Wigs were a style during this era among the rich and powerful. While this document only alludes to the loss of wigs, there were other small pleasures that the wealthy class lost. ... Wigs were still available to the wealthy, but because of the fear of contracting this deadly disease, the wealthy gave them up. ...
Unfortunately, my wigs don't look that real. ... I walked by, keeping my wig-covered head held high. ... My wig must look like real hair. ... I quickly grabbed my wig and ran to the nearest bathroom. ... I replaced my wig and walked out of the bathroom. ...
Men and women wore hairpieces and wigs. ... For special occasions, some wigs are curled. ... Wealthy Egyptians wore new wigs every day. Egyptians believed that a woman's wig could enhance her sexuality. ... Men wore wigs that were more complex in design. ...
One time when she was loosing her hair, her mom's friend suggested her to wear a wig. ... She didn't see what other people saw when she was trying the wig on. She was surprised that even her mom wanted her to get a wig although they weren't in a good condition economically. ...
One time when she was loosing her hair, her mom's friend suggested her to wear a wig. ... She didn't see what other people saw when she was trying the wig on. She was surprised that even her mom wanted her to get a wig although they weren't in a good condition economically. ...
