“The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl.”—Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (NPR)
Sick of this shit. MY personal, so-called big booty era (and tons of black girls before and after me) started when I was about 11 years old but it wasn’t “fashionable”, apparently, until J. Lo “trailblazed” and Kim K. reference and Miley reference and Jen Selter reference… Seriously, get the hell out of here, Vogue. Not even a Janet “Donk” Jackson mention. I can’t.
This is on the short list for best damn Sade remix ever. This is so great. SO GREAT. The Neptunes percussion? Those G-Unit and Jadakiss ad-libs? Paul Nice had a genius moment with this. And it was done live.
Sidenote: I just want the record to show that I said this a week ago:
in the meantime the neptunes by your side remix…matter fact I’ma post it on tumblr. wouldn’t be mad if pharrell produced Sade’s next album
I honestly believe we’re so accustomed to delivering the strong Black woman speech to ourselves and everyone else that we lose our ability to connect to our humanness, and thus our frailty. We become afraid to admit that we are hurting and struggling, because we fear that we will be seen as weak. And we can’t be weak. We’ve spent our lives witnessing our mothers and their mothers be strong and sturdy, like rocks. We want to be rocks.
Somehow realizing I wasn’t a rock (and that I had honestly never been one), I fought my way out of bed and onto my therapist’s couch. I became exhausted with carrying all of the masks and the capes. And I knew if I didn’t get help quickly, I wasn’t going to survive.