He shared something with me early on, and it really made me sad. It was that, ‘People expect me to be a certain way, so sometimes I just give that person to them.’ We were trying to catch a cab once — I used to have to go out to get the cab. This was late at night after studio sessions. I went to almost all of the sessions for Ready to Die. And I’d go out in the street to get the cab, and Biggie would wait in the shadows. I remember one cab driver seeing him approach the cab, and he took off! With my legs dragging. Biggie kind of had to grab me up from the car and almost saved my life. It was this visceral response that people had to him as a physical person in the world that informed a lot of how he turned around and acted towards them. I mean, at his core he was a kind, funny, generous, sensitive person. But he was seen in the world through this lens of anti-blackness, as a predator.
People expect me to be a certain way, so sometimes I just give that person to them.
I think this is something a lot of white people, even white people who love rap and listen to it regularly and consume a fair amount of hip-hop culture, are blissfully willing to forget. This music started out as political, and in its current form, it’s simply evolved from that very politically charged place, where these artists were simply projecting the persona, and the angst that persona created, back through their music. Rap music, at its heart, was really an attempt to force people to hear these stories, to make the world aware that for marginalized communities, daily experiences are always politically charged and create so much pain that the world refuses to recognize.
Like the fact that Biggie was a sensitive, thoughtful, introspective person was a surprise to most people, even though he wore his heart and his love of his family and his community on his sleeve throughout all of his albums? It’s just like, get out.
When I started making those weird voices, a lot of people told me how whack it was,” she says, “‘What the fuck are you doing?’ they’d say. ‘Why do you sound like that? That doesn’t sound sexy to me.’ And then I started saying, Oh, that’s not sexy to you? Good. I’m going to do it more. Maybe I don’t want to be sexy for you today.
Nicki Minaj (via hotsenator)
Nicki Minaj is my whole heart and seriously, she’s shaped most of my definition of feminism. When I started listening to her music and watching her craft her public persona, I saw this huge attempt to bash back, to refuse to perform for people the way they expected, to refuse to let others define her sexuality or her femininity or what made her pretty, and I’m so glad that she’s finally starting to get buzz for all the middle fingers she constantly throws up.
Sorry to be a hipster about my Nicki Minaj feminism; I really want it for everyone, I’m not trying to hoard it.
That whole interview is here, and it’s probably Nicki’s first blatant declaration of her desire to dismantle the way the music industry views female artists and their sexuality, which has been illustrated so clearly in her more recent singles.
Here’s something nobody tells you about training for a marathon: Every mile is hard. You fight to finish mile 17. You also fight to finish mile 1. Some days you run 6 miles and it feels like 6,000. It never gets easy.
I’ve been doing this for almost 4 months now and it’s pretty much all I can think about. My training runs were A LOT faster before an almost foot-sized blister took me out of the game for a week and a half. My best friend’s wedding weekend made it a clean two weeks. Since then, my long runs have been much slower, more disappointing. My goal of keeping a mildly impressive pace has probably passed. You see, it’s not that I’m afraid I can’t finish. I’m pretty sure I can pull myself through the course at a snail’s pace if that’s what I need to do to cross the line. I’m worried my time will embarrass me. After all my hard work and everything I’ve sacrificed this summer, admitting that makes me feel like I still don’t get the point.
I’m pretty confident I’ll line up to start on October 5, and I know that’s half the battle. But knowing this is very likely the only time I’ll ever do this, I want to be proud. I want to know I gave it everything I was able to.
I’ve gone back through a lot of your blogs to read and reread your training posts and your race recaps. Honestly, seeing what people have shared about their own experience with punishing, probably unnecessary distance running is one of the only reasons I’ve been able to do this for as long as I have. It gives me a lot of strength to see - really see - that if other people can push through the things they thought they cannot do, I surely can give it a shot, too.
If I had kids, my kids would hate me … They would have ended up on the equivalent of the Oprah show talking about me; because something [in my life] would have had to suffer and it would’ve probably been them.
—Oprah Winfrey, The Hollywood Reporter, December 2013
An important step in giving voice to the fact that childless women are wise, thoughtful in their choices and complete in their lives.
When your number-one priority is getting a boyfriend, you’re more inclined to see a beautiful girl and think, ‘Oh, she’s gonna get that hot guy I wish I was dating.’ But when you’re not boyfriend-shopping, you’re able to step back and see other girls who are killing it and think, ‘God, I want to be around her.’ It’s like a blazing bonfire. You can either be afraid of it because it’s so powerful and strong, or you can go stand near it, because it’s fun and it makes you brighter.
You guys, I knew there would be a day when I realized that I agreed completely with one thing Taylor Swift has said, and that in her life, Taylor has become the person I believe is the ideal person - the strong, fun feminist pal. But I did not know that day would be today. You know, really, I wish some of my college friends had grown up to be as astute as she is. I mean, I never thought I’d say that. But, I am also 100% not surprised that Taylor Swift is now your most supportive friend during a breakup and also ultimate sleepover guest.