album: pink friday
artist: nicki minaj
release date: nov 19, 2o10
heritage: trini, african and indian.
on minaj as a vocal and visual phenomenon: it may be that as a vocalist, nicki minaj has outwitted even the glassiest of glass ceilings. the male hold on hip hop parts its hallowed doors so long as minaj concedes control of her image to the game. but her remarkable vocal range is free, free like a bird.
a dig minaj for the way she dips, runs, glides, dies, kills, wills. i await her voice because she conjoures whole new worlds, she shifts from 0-60, flipping four lanes, then crumbles into a cupcake sweet enough to eat, into a frankenstein goth like and forbidding. i won’t hate on nicki minaj just like i didn’t hate on soldier boy. that is not to say i have no issue with the concessions, the sacrifices of societal psyche that these mc’s agree to help be conduits for. i’m just saying, i don’t know what i would do in their shoes. you know, who am i to judge them. critique, question, yes. but dismiss? that’s not even the gods’s role, you know what i mean?
my main point though, that i wanna make before i do my getting ready thing for basement bhangra thanksgiving eve edition, is this.
you, you right there, i’m talking to you.
the main thing to walk away with from this post is that when we call minaj a barbie, or when we talk about, as the scholar zaidy morales terms, “the barbification of the female mc,” let us not forget that female mc groups and soloists like j.j. fad and roxanne shante, also incorporated the barbie, the baby voice, the little girl who grew up tough and so smart, ruff and rude girl spark. that is, there’s nothing wrong with conjuring up a bit of barbie. it’s just when the barbie becomes a mandate that it bites, which is true in the case of nicki minaj as a visual phenomenon.
i liked my one barbie. i tore off her blonde girls mane when i got her. hmmm, later on my boy alex did help me shave my head. maybe i was projecting. grew it back long now though. warrior braid down the back.