That’s a Rap

This morning a teacher sent an e-mail saying nothing more than this:

Is there anyone who would consider performing with me Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five’s “Rapper's Delight”? I need a couple of people.

I’m going to be honest with you everyone. I would be no less disturbed if she asked, “I need someone to wear a leather outfit during a donkey show.”

Seriously, I can’t feel like a professional if colleagues are asking me to participate in some sort of lip synching/American Idol type thing or whatever. Now if this was common in other fields, then okay. I imagine, though, that e-mails aren’t floating around law firms that say, “We need an Indian to complete our Village People tribute group.” Fighter pilots are probably not passing around pillow fight sign-up sheets either.

Again, I’m not too sure why she needs performers. I’m left guessing because she puts her request in no context, which, by the way, is another culprit in why I’m left disturbed.

Besides, “Rapper’s Delight” is The Sugarhill Gang and not Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. If you don’t even know that then there’s no way I can help you anyway.

Now. “The Message”… that’s my jam.