BADU TO THE BONE : A Cunt's Stunt

Isn't it nice when you can do something that calls attention to yourself? For a dubiously good cause?

I could've told Erykah Badu (that's not her real name, by the way...you change it for stardom) that busking brings no business.

But hey, she's all over social media with her YouTube video. She's probably making hundreds of dollars off it...as well as getting a ton of publicity.

You might remember Joni Mitchell's song about feeling guilty over someone "playing real good for free" on the street. In other words, Badu's not exactly plowing new ground. Many a TV reporter has also pulled the "I'm gonna dress like a homeless person and see how I'm treated and what money I get" routine.

As even the phoniest "psychic" could predict...Badu got very few donations. This is supposed to prove...WHAT exactly? That people have enough entertainment in their lives without encouraging pests to distract them on every city block?

In NYC, plain-looking black girls are a dime-a-dozen and most of them are selling drugs or blow jobs. Who needs to hear 'em do some ordinary "America's Got Talent" audition? Does Badu think that she could sell a CD of herself doing accapella?

Times Square has plenty of competition for Badu...first off, there's the plague of "cartoon characters" and "superheroes in costume" who are all over the place. Then there's the breakdancers, the human statues, the annoying monkeys who bang on empty plastic buckets, the pseudo-sensitive folkies with their guitars, and the more professional assholes who bring out keyboards or work an expensive violin or sax. Who needs her?

In essence all she's proved is she's nothing without hair, make-up, a fancy recording studio and a skillful producer. Even then...there are some stores I know that can't sell an Erykah Badu CD for the $3.60 she made in Times Square.