Needless to say, there is some disconnect between the urban hip-hop culture and his upbringing. He is from the affluent suburbs of the city and resides in a gated golf course community. He has attended private schools and had tutors until middle or high school when his parents, a prominent doctor and his trophy wife, decided that he needed to meet “different” people so that he could speak of his experiences with diversity on his college applications (despite the fact he is a shoe-in at a private Northeastern university because he is a legacy and the new science building was funded by his family’s trust fund).
Often, this transformative journey begins in school when he is first introduced to rap and/or hip-hop music. Although he has never been to one nor met anyone who is from a ghetto, the projects, or the hood, something resonates with him and he is drawn to the mannerisms, slang, apparel, and general culture of urban African Americans. And so he becomes a wigger.
He speaks in a dialect that combines the speech patterns of Mushmouth from Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, Pootie Tang, and Snoop Dogg into a nearly indecipherable parlance.
He dresses like a bad imitation of Eminem, Kevin Federline, or to a lesser degree Justin Timberlake. Think Ali G or anyone in the movie Malibu’s Most Wanted. He is seen wearing oversized and baggy clothes or track suits with a puffy jacket even when it is 120° in the shade as he cruises his hood, Palm Springs, in the middle of the summer. He prefers “bling” chains adorned with diamonds and some medallion touting how “hard” he is or simply saying “Thug Life” in homage to his boy, Tupac. Additionally he wears a do-rag he picked up at the local Hot-Topic or a throwback sports team hat with a flat rim and the sticker still on it.
So what does he do with his free time? He seems to enjoy cruising around his hood with his homies looking for shorties to holla’ at in his behemoth SUV, either a Navigator or an Escalade with tinted windows and spinner rims. He can often be found sitting in the local park, naturally named after his family, drinking 40s of Colt [.45] or OE [Old English]. As he sips on the juice with his crew, he often laments that he is “missundastood” and will “bust a cap in yo’ ass if you be playa hatin’.” His favorite past time without fail is ghost ridin’ da whip. Although he believes he looks like THIS when he does it, it actually is quite a spectacular failure and he looks something like THIS.