Vanessa Quilantan - STOP WORRYING ABOUT NICKI MINAJ’S ASS
Here’s the thing, though. When my imaginary daughter became a teenager, I’d stick her in a room and let her listen to nothing BUT Nicki Minaj. I would make her listen to Nicki Minaj growling, over and over, “I’m a motherfucking monster,” until she gets that it is perfectly okay, and in fact celebrated, to grow up as a woman who understands she owes nothing to any man.
You don’t want your daughter to see that album art? Man, I don’t want my daughter to grow up in a world with dudes who aren’t comfortable looking at a woman’s ass in public and understanding that it might not be there for them.
People often lament, and Chuck what’s-his-name is no exception, that Nicki Minaj has not been the second coming of Lauryn Hill. Because like, a woman can only have a brain in one way. Nicki Minaj has never been aiming at any kind of Lauryn Hill throne. She can cover herself head-to-toe in exclusively Nicki Minaj-branded items before she leaves the house to go throw down a show-stopping verse. I’m not pitting her against Lauryn Hill in any way, because it’s not a competition to see which kind of women have the right to succeed. I’m saying that from the beginning, Nicki Minaj was trying to be a whole different thing. She has built an empire specifically so that she can be completely in control of her own image, in charge of her own brand. Because as a woman in the entertainment industry, that is more than self-preservation. That is a requirement. What could possibly be worse than letting my daughter look up to a young woman, sitting at the top of a billion dollar empire, completely in control of her own image and her expressions of her sexuality? Letting her listen to her daddy tell her that she might not become the kind of woman he wants her to be if she looks up to a woman like that - a self-possessed, smart business women like Nick Minaj.
The great part about this response is that it responds to the best part of that letter. There’s something hilarious about the way that letter starts out. "I’m Chuck. I’m the owner of AllHipHop.com." Like, fool, you’re already admitting that Nicki Minaj gives no shits about you. Nicki Minaj gives no shits if you’re the owner of AllHipHop.com. She no longer needs AllHipHop.com. She no longer needs them for publicity and she no longer has to listen to them tell her how or how not to be a rapper.
When he’s asking her to somehow transcend what people expect of her, this hits back to what society, and those writing the checks (“I own AllHipHop.com”), have been always been asking women to do - what they want them to do. Strong displays of female sexuality are only okay when they are under the control of the man getting the cut. Sell yourself as a sex object, but only the way we tell you to. Be smart, but not smarter than we are. Be pretty, but don’t threaten us.
Man, we all need Nicki Minaj because Nicki Minaj laughs in their faces and says FUCK NO. I’m a motherfucking monster.