So, rapper J. Cole, who I have never heard of before he got the autism community all grumpy by calling his rapping enemies “autisic” and the r-word, has apologized for offending me. That is sweet. He says, “”To the parents who are fighting through the frustrations that must come with raising a child with severe autism, finding strength and patience that they never knew they had; to the college student with Asperger’s syndrome; to all those overcoming autism, you deserve medals, not disrespect,” he wrote. “I hope you accept my sincere apology.”
It’s sweet that the J. Cole recognizes that I deserve a medal, which I do. And I don’t even mean to sound cynical, because maybe suburban autism moms weren’t his target audience, but on the other hand, now I know that there is a rapper named J. Cole and I didn’t before.
And if he were really sorry, he’d donate his profits to a worthy charity. Like me! Or, you know, some Autism group. Or he could give the profits to an autism charity, and give a medal to me, since, after all, according to him, I deserve one.
Really, if he wants to make amends, I think he should offer to babysit for a while.
I think Chaos Peanut and rapper J. Cole would have fun on a play date. He could take her to the pool. She loves the pool. And then he could teach her how to rap. She would probably like that a lot. And they’re both musicians, so they have more in common than rapper J. Cole could ever imagine, even now. Yes, I think this could work.