My ten year old son Michael wants to be a gangster. Now I don’t think he can spell gangster but thanks to MTV that seems to be the coolest thing to be. According to him being a gangster involves a certain type of walk. The first time I saw him doing it I ask him if his shoes were too little because he looked like he was in pain or having some type seizure. I’ve got news for him if it’s true white boys can’t jump they sure as heck can’t “gangster walk”. The next step in his endeavor is to attempt to wear his pants ever so slightly below his boxers. I informed him if I was to continue to see his underwear they will be replaced with Sponge Bob whitey tighties or some other fun character like Arthur that we would all enjoy viewing. Apparently gangsters have no sense of humor because he did not find that at all amusing. He wants to wear his baseball cap with the bill flattened out so I told from the side he looks like the Afleck duck. Again, my home boy wasn’t laughing. I am sure being a handsome white pre-teen from an upper middle class background must be tough so I sympathize with his need to escape by forming this new identity. But , Michael I hate to tell you …If your mama stills drops you off at school, you ain’t no gangster!!!!