Upton Sinclair is playing at my house

For those of you who will not be able to make a premiere of Fast Food Nation, here is the next best thing.* From a rhyme standpoint, these gals flow like the Sahara -- imagine the Shaggs, weaned on Yo! MTV Raps, and with a video camera they will soon be returning to Best Buy. However, they actually are above-average Jungle readers, in that they divine that Sinclair's main concern is with immigrants and capitalism, not meat. Rarely has a current book been as insistently compared to one of a hundred years ago, especially one based on a profound misreading of one of the books. Sinclair's point was that our capitalist economy is icky, not that meatpacking plant is icky -- not surprisingly, the response his book elicited resulted in legislation aimed at cleaning up slaughterhouses. Similarly, Schlosser seems concerned with broader issues of economic exploitation, so I'm a little bit surprised that Schlosser has hitched his wagon to the Jungle star.

*For the impatient: The silence at the beginning of the video is so they can introduce the novel about which they are rapping, but rest assured, it is two white girls rapping about The Jungle. Exactly. It's my birthday today, and the best present you could give me would be to watch this video. At work. With the speakers turned up.

Comments

[FMI Agent]

Those kids are so getting into the college of their choice.

Happy birthday!

[Fesser]

I would offer them a scholarship where I teach, if I had them to give, and if it was not Crisipin Glover-creepy to get in touch with high school kids offer them scholarships based on their Google videos.

[Skeen]

Do you think that I can book these two to do Augustine's Confessions? Or Plato's Apology? (Or a half-dozen other books that my students are mis-reading.)
Happy Birthday!

[Rose's Lime]

I love the idea of commissioning a google video. In fact, when I amass my fortune, I'm going to designate a viral Web video genius award which will stipulate the entire Harvard Classic library is produced in rap.

Go shorty.

[New Orleans]

How dare you have a birthday without me. I'm in the mansion on Marlborough w/o my address book so I don't have your number to call. Drink some chartreuse and have a good one!

Oh, and guess how many jars of your brother's finest are in S & L's frig.