It is important to understand that at one point in time, rap music was sometimes looked upon as being kinda scary for white suburban parents, so when a white rapper named Robert Matthew "Vanilla Ice" Van Winkle arrived on the scene, well, rap was suddenly considered okay by mom and dad (although, for most rap fans like myself, Mr. Ice was no match for the other Ice Men, Cube and T).
However, as much as I loathe the song Ice, Ice Baby, I do have to remark on its ability to infiltrate the brain and cause you to sing all the lyrics without you knowing you are doing so while the instrumental version plays at your local Target (which I have actually done much to the chagrin of my fellow shoppers).
So here's a little reminder of that infamous time when a guy who claimed to be from the ghetto filled the airways of radio stations everywhere and made the Sadie Hawkins dance Freshman Year so memorable for some of us, via various movie clips.
I'd tell you to enjoy it, but you won't once the song gets stuck in your head for twelve hours...it's like acid in that way.
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