P. Diddy

It seems that Sean "Don't Call Me Puffy" Combs is training to run the New York Marathon in the hopes of raising a million dollars for three separate children's organizations... that's a million total, not each... and, of course, being the cheeseballed bandwagoners they are, Mtv is following him around and taping it all in an effort to make it seem like he's doing something better than he really is (in a two-part piece aptly (read:"queerly") entitled Diddy Runs the City)... which, don't get me wrong... it is something good for these groups... but... okay... he's trying to raise a million dollars... of other people's money... to give to charity...

Hey, P. Doody... you wanna do something really impressive??? Howsabout giving a million dollars of your own money to these charities? Or what about just one of your platinum and diamond-encrusted dollar sign necklaces? Or maybe those cheesy porno pinky rings? Or the profits from one week of sales from your "Sean John" clothing line (that, funny enough, I only see rich, suburban, white kids wearing)? Oh, yeah... I didn't think you'd like that idea...

"Wha'? Huh? Nah, nah... Not my moneys... What you think I is? Stupid? C-can I get one for Biggie?"

I guess what I'm trying to say is that while it's cool that he's raising other people's money for charity (I doubt I would carry enough weight to raise a million dollars for any charity (including the Make Tony a Millionaire charity I've wanted to start for some time, now)), I find it rather lame that he's not being a true philanthropist and giving away any of his bazillions of dollars... because he is, in fact, a greedy asshole...

Listening to: Chris Whitley - "Terra Incognita" (1996)