{"id":22648,"date":"2015-07-28T16:05:40","date_gmt":"2015-07-28T20:05:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/developer83.wordpress-developer.us\/culturecheesemag\/?p=22648"},"modified":"2015-07-28T16:27:09","modified_gmt":"2015-07-28T20:27:09","slug":"forbidden-fromage-cheese-rap","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/developer83.wordpress-developer.us\/culturecheesemag\/forbidden-fromage-cheese-rap\/","title":{"rendered":"Forbidden Fromage: Cheese Rap"},"content":{"rendered":"

Welcome to<\/em> Forbidden Fromage<\/strong>, a series exploring cheesy taboos and prohibitions. Intern Johnisha Levi will look at everything from navigating kosher restrictions and hip hop MCs\u2019 use of cheese and dairy as metaphors for illicit profit and sex to the paleo diet\u2019s dairy prohibition. You\u2019ll get a little history, religion, pop culture, science, and medicine along the way, as we cover thousands of years in the blink of some blog posts.<\/em><\/p>\n

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One thing’s for sure: interning at a cheese magazine has newly sensitized me to all things cheese, and that includes song lyrics. During the first weeks of my internship, I was hiking back to the train listening to Pandora. “Aquemni,” from the album of the selfsame name, was playing. This was a song I’ve listened to countless times, and all of a sudden it was as if all instrumentation was stripped away, the cars on the road and the people on the street were frozen, and all I could hear was the word “cheese”: <\/p>\n

Live from home of the brave<\/a> with dirty dollars
\nAnd beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowling ball Impalas
\nAnd street scholars that’s majoring in culinary arts
\nYou know how to work bread cheese<\/strong> and dough
\nFrom scratch but see the catch is you can get caught
\nKnow what ya sellin’ what ya bought so cut that big talk<\/div>\n