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Let Onika (Attempt to) Twerk!

*blows all the dust off this sucker*


I am 30 days away from getting married so I haven't been able to post as much!

HA! Yeah right! I just don't have sh*t to talk about... until today...
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So Nicki Minaj released the video for her song "Anaconda" which samples Sir-Mix-A Lot's" Baby got Back".

If you do not remember that song....................take a look here




It was a gloriously cheesy song that celebrated the black woman's backside in a time and era when big butt were not en vogue. Sistas around the world enjoyed shaking their rump to this song and just having a good time.

Fast forward almost 20 plus years and we have Onika "Nicki Minaj" Maraj sampling Sir Mix A Lot's song in all it's campiness. The song is trash. Pur and utter fluff and trash, void of any real substance. LOL and the video is deliciously lame. Take a look. Warning it may be NSFW (unless work is Magic City....but ok........... really it isn't even that bad! lol.)



I was on the treadmill at LAFitness and I am sure they thought I was crazy because I was watching it on my Iphone and laughing SO LOUDLY. OMG..poor Nicki. All that (allegedly paid for) DUNK and she can't twerk for sh*t. Not to mention.... lots of the folks in there don't have THAT much dunk. It's like..average black girl booty. The lyrics are bad. The scenery is just loud and visually is is doing too much BUT does a good job of adding a lot of Sir Mix's came lameness. Nicki herself looks beautiful and glowing. The part with her trying to twerk it on an ever willing Drake...... a struggle in itself. LOL. Isn't she Caribbean? That's sad, yo..........

But now folks and feminist are in an uproar for the twerking nature of the video and all the butts and Nicki's own butt being at the forefront of this video (which it really isn't............the promo for it...however is another story.............) Nicki went on an Instagram tirade, posting pics of thinner (whiter) bikini clad models and asking "is this acceptable?", a retort which was in direct response to those who are saying her pic was unacceptable. Whatever........ I see her point totally. But folks weren't trying to hear it, saying she was objectifying herself for record sales.

Look, Nicki has a big ass. It's her body. She has the right to flaunt it however and to whomever she damn well pleases. I think Nicki believes in girl power and all that jazz, but she is a woman who knows that sex sells and while she has the body, she's gonna use it. I mean, she's not some pseudo-feminist jumping on a bandwagon (a la Beyonce' ) but she is just a girl in a male dominated industry, scratching and surviving. I don't care what she does. The real problem for me is that she even HAS to defend this or that she has to DO this in order to survive in Rap.  What happened to the girl rapping in sweats and Timbs w/ a bad weave and a cheap bag??  That's the Nicki I miss. "Mixtape" Nicki. The girl can rap. She flat out can.............and doesn't NEED to do all this. But the rules of the game don't work that way. She's trying to get these checks. But let's not label the girl some kind of "sex worker". She sells sex............but not her p***y! Feel me?

Folks were calling her a modern Venus Hottentot, telling her she needs to go and view Kara Walker's "Sugar Sphinx" and get her life. Ya'll............please. Let the song and video stand for what it is: a cheesy, celebration of the black woman's ass. A butt, mind you, that white women are now spending a LOT of dough on to get.

When Sir Mix A Lot made "Baby Got Back", we rarely had any celebrations of our bodies. The "waif" look was in. It was the 90s and heroin chic was all the rafe. Nicki is in an era now that still objectifies and yet glorifies black butts.Strippers are rock stars. JLo gets love for her butt. And Nicki.... She loves her butt (real or not). She loves her curves. And most importantly, what I took away from the song was men LOVE women with curves. And that in itself should be celebrated.

So let Onika attempt to twerk till her big butt's content! *shrug*

But for me... I will continue to laugh at how bad this song is. It's not that deep to me



.....and I'm a feminist, sex-positive person :)

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