PREVIOUSLY ON POP CULTURE MYSTERIES…
AND NOW THE POP CULTURE MYSTERIES CONTINUE…
It was time to review the evidence. The tweets themselves. I stopped by the library in my fancy new ride and asked Agnes to pull them up for me.
This one from MTV stuck out at me like a sore thumb on the hand of man who’s been scratching himself all day:
“I don’t get it,” I said as I stared at the screen of one of the library’s beep boop machines. “The media’s made it out like this gal was left out in the cold but here a reputable source like Music Television indicates she WAS nominated.”
“I don’t care, Jake,” Agnes said. “Music hasn’t gotten any better since Danny Kaye if you ask me.”
I felt a ba-bump in my heart and grinned like an idiot.
“What’s with that look?” Agnes asked.
“Don’t ever change, Ag,” I said. “Hell, if your face didn’t look more worn out than the first baseman’s glove during Game Seven of the World Series, I’d propose right here and now.”
“Whatever,” Agnes said. “I just wish the city would do something about all the transients who wander in here all day and make me look up nonsense for them.”
I’m pretty sure she was talking about somebody else.
Moving on, I asked Agnes to look up all of the VMA award nominees. Here’s what I saw:
BEST FEMALE VIDEO
Nicki Minaj – “Anaconda”
BEST HIP HOP VIDEO
Nicki Minaj – “Anaconda”
Jessie J + Ariana Grande + Nicki Minaj – “Bang Bang”
“She was nominated three times,” I said. “Agnes, can you believe the snow job the press is trying to pull here?”
“Uh huh,” Agnes said as she pulled up a website called “Jobs-A-Plenty.”
“Let me see if I kind find something for you.”
“Go back to Tweeter,” I commanded.
“Here we go,” Agnes said. “Dishwasher. Minimum wage. Will train. This has your name written all over it.”
“I’m on the job right now, woman! Will you put the blasted Tweeter-ma-bob back on already?”
“Ugh,” Agnes said as she complied. “I swear society just doesn’t do enough to help the mentally unstable.”
“There!” I said, tapping my finger on the screen. “Right there!”
“So what?” Agnes asked. “What is so important about this that you’re interrupting my coffee break?”
This caper had become what I like to call a “Kaleidoscope Case.” In other words, with every angle, there’s a new point of view.
Some of the ones I’ve heard so far:
- Minaj is super rich and ultra famous. Few people ever sniff that rarified air. A lot of folks who have seen their dreams go bust would love to be in a music video and you wouldn’t hear them complaining about only getting three nominations.
- Her biggest video is just a bunch of posteriors flapping in the breeze. (That reminds me, I need to review it again for research purposes.) Is it really deserving of any award?
- But then again, she never said she wasn’t nominated at all. “Nicki Got Snubbed” is just one more example of press hype.
- What does “different kind of artist” mean? Is she talking about race? That she has a little more junk in the trunk than the skinny waifs that dominate the entertainment industry? Both?
- Forgetting about the butt content of her video, is it possible to see her tweet as a springboard to a conversation about racial and body type diversity in the music industry?
So many questions. So little time. And at the end of the day, I was only going to get five bucks.
I understand the “she’s too rich to complain” argument.
I even get the “Anaconda is just a bunch of butts wagging around and has no artistic merit” argument. (Though I might have to watch it again just to make sure.)
But as for race and body type diversity – I suppose there’s always a need for that conversation.
3.5 readers, you might think things are hunky dory these days, but it’s always a good idea to talk about the past so that it doesn’t get repeated.
Let me tell you about the racism I witnessed in my day.