Devin Friedman spends a day with Rick Ross. It happens to occur during that two glorious weeks when all media gossip circled back to former Rep. Anthony Weiner.
[Ross] likes to visit the Louis Vuitton store at the Lenox mall when he is in town and has some downtime, and this afternoon, as we drove there, the topic of former congressman Anthony Weiner came up. Ross had never heard of him. He became curious as he learned the story. Some passages from a leaked Facebook chat were quoted.
“How the fuck that shit get out?” he wanted to know. He was told that Weiner tweeted a picture of his dick to someone.
“Chicks send me pictures,” Ross said. “And I appreciate it! I love all of them. But I don’t do that shit. I’m the Boss.” He shook his head, his expression hidden behind his candy-apple-red-framed aviator sunglasses. “Real niggas don’t send dick flicks.”
And in a way Rick Ross was right. Anthony Weiner wanted to live like a boss, though he couldn’t admit it to anyone. And that shame was part of the reason he wasn’t acting like a boss. Anthony Weiner is not a real nigga, and I think he understands his mistake now.
Ross makes a good point here. Weiner was/is a political celebrity who, as far as we know from weeks of coverage, never intended to sleep with anyone, and never collected dirty pictures of the girls he was flirting with. His crotch shot/chest pic career was pure exhibitionism. In Ross’s world, exhibitionism is for women, not men.
Hat tip: Sean Fennessey.
