Where's Radio Raheem When You Need Him?

OK, so I just got back from Indy -- unfortunately for a business meeting and not the NABJ conference. But I drove up and back in the same day -- a total of 10 hours with nothing but the radio to keep me awake ... and entertained. Maybe I'm just exhausted. Maybe I'm disillusioned. Maybe I'm old school or just plain old. Maybe I'm an XM snob. Whatever the case, I am appalled ... appalled I say by how little recording artists, record executives and radio advertisers think of us, the Black consumer. Station after station -- song after song, all I heard was commentary on the Black female anatomy. From T-Pain (who really does bring this "T" pain) and his U and Dat mess (tryin to get to you and dat dooty) to Chamillionnaire's Grown and Sexy ...(you looked better from behind??????) And these were the mild songs. I know sex sells and I know sex is natural, a part of life, etc. But seriously, is that all we know? The media tells us we're one-track-minded. Last week it was all about the bling. This week, it's all about the booty. What will they decide for us next? We need to start taking back control of our art, our media and our minds. I'm going to bed, y'all.