I guess they should have called tonight's episode of The Sopranos "Whack the Dog."

I'll be here all week.

Last night I was at one of big Yuppie Meat Market bars in the Mission (don't ask). It's the kind of bar where all the Marina types go to when they decide to slum it up in the Mission, the kind of place nobody who lives in the Mission actually goes too because, well, it's full of Marina types. The whole place was awash in whiteness- mayo whiteness. Miracle Whip whiteness. The DJ puts on the new Eminem tune "Lose Yourself" and the place raises the roof. All the members in good stead of Khaki Nation start doing fake rapper moves (you know, the arm thing) while all the peroxide blondes shake their bony-ass white butts to the beat.

The whole thing, in a way, reminded me back in the day and being in similar types places where the house would rock out to Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Like nobody quite caught the joke. And what does it mean for Em that the Blonde and the Beautiful are pumping to his beats? Music is kind of like bars, once the Blonde and the Beautiful get it, it's over, like the bar where it all happened. Cause nothing's cool anymore when the rich, white kids get into it.

Does this mean Eminem is jumping the shark?