This is a Netflix documentary and it’s good but, unsurprisingly, very woke. Now that Puffy is in jail, he can be a convenient sacrificial victim. The documentary presents him as the source of every dysfunction on the rap / hip hop scene. Puffy seems to have murdered everybody. Tupac, Biggie, crowds of other people. The documentary even hints he organized a mass murder. And why is he such an exceptional (in the documentary’s telling) piece of shit? Because he’s not really black! How is he not black? We’ve all seen Puff, and he’s clearly very black.
But see, he’s not “culturally black.” Even though Puff spent his entire life promoting cultural products by black artists, he’s not culturally black. Because black culture is good. Yes, it is, what are you, a racist? If he were culturally black, he wouldn’t have murdered all those people, degraded all those women, and ended up in jail.
That’s the argument the documentary makes, and it’s moronic. Combs is a degenerate but his entire industry is filled with degenerates. He’s not at all exceptional.
The reason why I liked the documentary is that I love Puffy’s music. I love the music of every artist featured in the series. I grew up on it, I appreciate it a lot. An artist’s degeneracy doesn’t seep into my enjoyment of his art. Of course, it was also fun to find out the shocking details of these people’s sorry excuses for a life. It’s entertaining that the only crime it was possible to pin on Puff is transporting prostitutes which doesn’t sound like much of a crime at all.
One thing I find impossible to understand is why all these people can’t enjoy sex without having to do all sorts of perverted shit and ingesting a whole pharmacy full of drugs. Poor Puff had to go to extreme lengths to get it up even for sensationally beautiful women and long before he reached age forty. I must have very limited horizons because I don’t get why it would take so much effort.
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