“The oppressor is the target, not the victim in her drawers” - Bambu in “Like Us”
I was introduced to Kat Stacks not too long before the “slap heard ‘round the World” and was immediately intrigued. She was described as the 2010 SuperHead, and while people who know me might immediately assume I would detest someone like her, I’ve long since moved past blaming women for reacting to an industry that continues to put them at the bottom rung of the economic ladder.
In short, she is Hip Hop’s creation. She was made in Hip Hop’s name. Once you get past the vulgarity, she is what Hip Hop values most: an attractive, bodacious woman who is promiscuous and isn’t afraid to admit it. Did you think T-Pain’s “I’m In Love With A Stripper” wouldn’t have any social implications?
Rappers have one vice and that’s women. Boasting about being “into having sex and not making love”, they’re letting these complete strangers into their intimate space and throwing them out like a used condom. And while rappers are used to treating women like single-serving entrees, there is an interesting caveat that occurs: these women deep down, don’t like it. Sure they smile and let you have your way with their body - an illusion that the rapper is in complete control - but these women become resentful and hellbent on revenge.
Kat Stacks is not a hero. She is a whore. But she is allowed into the King’s Palace, amongst his treasured things, and sleeps in his bed at night. No one can degrade her more than she has already degraded herself, which makes her a force to be reckoned with. She didn’t steal those numbers from a secret list, they were willfully given to her. And her only power is a captive audience and information gathered from pillow talk. Wanna get rid of her? Ignore her. But when you’re taught to pay attention to women like her, you just can’t, can you?
Capitalism teaches you to value profit over people, and she’s learned that already. And ten years from now, if we keep objectifying, hypersexualizing, and debasing women, their will be 100 Kat Stacks ten years from now, who don’t understand the difference between fame and notoriety (thanks Twitter).
And to my ladies, please don’t do womanhood “a favor” by attacking her. She is not the person responsible for lowering your value in society. Start small: stop fucking mouthing the lyrics to “Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None)” while you’re drunk at the club. Rappers feel the same way about you, that they do about her.
To the “victims”: Young Money, Bow Wow & whoever this broad openly exposes, how many women did you get to before you got to her? It was only a matter of time. Maybe if you treated your women with respect, they would respect you, and your privacy, back. But I feel no sympathy for your loss, real or imagined. And sending your goons to slap her will never get rid of her, because you made her. Hey, it’s only entertainment, right?
