Middle-class white folks can rap too

The SNL "Lazy Sunday" video has spawned a slew of jump-on-the-bandwagon merchandising (Andy & Chris bobbleheads on eBay, anyone?) and copycat imitators (See Poor Man's Lazy Sunday) And is that Mark Feuerstein in the West Coast rap? Mark, I'm embarassed for you. Fire your agent. Or go get yourself one.

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Like The Fight Club, you didn't talk about "Lazy Sunday". It was like a secret, but shared, appreciation for the irony in that a white-boy rap about cupcakes and Patrick Swayze could actually be somewhat...good? It legitimized rap for the rest of us. Admit it. There was a moment where you thought, "If Tim McGraw can sing it with Nelly, then so...can...I."

"Wigga, please!"

Thus began battles with your friends in remodeled, hardwood kitchens out in the badass 'burbs of Philly. Singing to a pomeranian in a tutu that you wanna Shoop, Shoop, Shoop, while everyone hollas for your mad skillz. Yelling out "Snack attack, muthafucka!" while selecting your quiche at Dean & DeLuca, which may seem somewhat inappropriate to the general public, but Fiddy could appreciate it. And that was all that mattered.

But like a moth to a flame, the moment is gone. The thirteen-year-olds from South Bend, Indiana have taken over and made the song their own, posting their lip-synch videos up on the web. And I tell you, that's just when it really jumps the shark. What started out so pure and simple, in its hilarity, has been bastardized to within every inch of its life.

Yes, the validation has gone. And so we're all back to wearing Banana Republic and ordering sushi with the low-sodium soy sauce and zero irony, while waiting for the next Great White Hope.