Race and the generation gap on the Red Line

Mike Mennonno ponders them as he observes a gaggle of young black guys on the Red Line, all bitch this and dawg that as the train hurtles toward Somerville from Park Street:

... I had my nose buried in a book, preoccupied with an email exchange earlier in the day ... But at intervals, when the "nikkas" and "bitches" and "dawgs" forced their way into my consciousness, I would silently curse my cowardice, and then muse about what would happen if I decided to hold these boys to a higher standard (a minimum of civility, say), and intervene, like so: "um, excuse me, Mr. Dawg, you just shoved that woman there halfway down the car. Don't you think you should apologize for that?" or "Hey! Do you nikkas mind not using such offensive language? There are bitches present, you know! Word!" ...

But, wait, there's more: Mike also dishes on his first Sunday breakfast in Teele Square, the halftime show at the Super Bowl, the utter uselessness that is Stuff@Night and a connection that will not be turning into a relationship.