Diddy, or didn’t he? That’s the question posed by a sizable lawsuit recently filed on behalf of Rodney Jones also know as Lil Rod (why, why would any man want to be called that?) against rapper Sean “Diddy” Combs. Accusations were made of groping, drugged drinks, and “constant unsolicited ... touching of his [Lil Rod’s] anus.” Now just let that sink in for a minute (I’m joking! Really I am!)
It occurs to me that if Lil Rod is not a nickname I’d choose for myself, neither is Diddy. I mean, that sounds like someone’s pet name for their privates too, don’t it? I keep hearing “I love my widdle diddy” in Elmer Fudd’s voice running through my head. OK, Mel Blanc’s voice, same difference.
Considering all the hyper-masculinized strutting these guys are prone to, I just can’t figure out their penchant for infantilizing their baby-makers. I mean, calling Doctor Freud! But it’s your life so you do you, and if you want to be called “Tiny Balzac”, well, be my guest.