I swear I’m not obsessed with this issue, really. But, well, how many eight-year-old black children — hell, how many eight-year-old children of any race — use the word chutzpah in the course of casual conversation (or, as in this case, in the course of casual media criticism)? I’m just saying. At least there aren’t any quotation marks around it.
I really enjoy (and by “enjoy,” I mean “enjoy ironically”) the titles of movies and names of rappers used in Curtis. It’s as if they’ve been chosen by someone who doesn’t himself have any contact with pop culture, but sometimes talks to a guy who does.