It speaks to my own limited success at claiming worldwide celebrity that I spent the entire time watching the trailer to Dave Chappelle's Block Party mentally screaming "Holy shit, that concert was five blocks away from me," and, "Holy shit, that's the football field the next block down from my house."

It speaks to my own extreme whiteness that even if I knew about this thing beforehand, I probably wouldn't have gone.

It speaks to my own love for Dave Chappelle and Michel Gondry that I'll pay good money to see the film.

It speaks to my own laziness that I'll Netflix it.

It speaks to my own poverty that I'll ask my roommate to Netflix it.