Columbia Chicago journalism graduate. I interview cool people and obsess over nails. You can get an idea of my interest by viewing my blog, as well as stories and interviews composed by me. I started as a writer for M.I.S.S., Gloss Magazine Online, The Lipstick Diaries, and Don't Trip Yet. Today I blog for NailPorn and I contribute to Jungle Gym Magazine.
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Nicki Minaj, please kill the gimmicks, not roman
By Isis Nicole
Nicki Minaj on the 54th Annual Grammy Awards was a blasphemous mess that called attention to way too many personalities. make up your mind boo! Either be the dope ass rapper fans can faithfully applaud, or try to out stage Lady Gaga at what she does best. Because trying to execute both on national television is just crazy awful. I know you’re weird, I know you can spit, and I have a hunch that you can pull more creativity than that desperate mess. So do it!
The whole deal with demons and religion is played out. Minaj, you is a motherf****** monster. You don’t need no priest, because you’s the kick ass MC who can spaz out on any beat without all the unnecessary distractions. Exorcisms are for movies, not the Grammy’s. Was that the best you could do? I thought the purpose of your return was to release Roman out to seek revenge. Roman was just kickin’ it in moscow. He was just calling bitches out for being stupid hoes. And now you want to go and ruin him by throwing in some Catholic BS? Come correct Nicki. You should have shown the world why you really deserved to even grace the Grammy’s. I would have been more satisfied if you would have just finished rapping “Roman’s Revenge” or even performed your dance-electro hit with David Guetta “Turn me On.” Don’t fall off now because you want the high life. I get that you want to build an empire. You’re not trying to go back to Queens. But you can still be the bomb ass big booty wig wearing creator fans grew to love without all the shenanigans. Don’t let them gimmicks take your shine. Lay off the cartoons, loosen up those lace fronts, put your pussy back on who’s ever sideburns, get back to the studio, and let Nicki Minaj win.
I got this from Pauline’s blog. What the hell?! We all know what’s under there but really…you just gonna have it all out there like that. The details are sick though. Who’s responsible for this? I wonder if it bleeds? LULZ! Okay I’m done, I promise.
Now i know i’m not supposed to be a trader to my generation let alone my hometown but i think it’s okay for me to call it like i see it right?! Well with that said what the fuck is up with all these bullshit “cool kids” and their make believe party scene(s)? generally speaking graphic design seems to be the study of choice in a city of unused land, boring neighborhoods and nothing to do. and it should be of no surprise to me that so many people here have spent whatever amount of time perfecting frontin’ for sport: in other words, advertising things that are not.
this isn’t the first place to do it nor will it be the last, but i still wonder when this follow the phony to live as a phony became acceptable? after living in chicago for a little over three years and to also have the opportunity to visit back home in ohio during school breaks i feel like i return to a place not so familiar. home was where i made a lot of REAL friendships with people with REAL intentions and REAL lives. and when we partied we didn’t need titles or categorized playlist lineups. but now with everyone’s access to all this instant gratification shit and lyric overdose on what it means to ‘be cool’ things are just not the same and i’m not as down for going out. i literally spent most of this break at home having over invites, drinking, dancing, and catching up. perhaps it’s my subconscious that won’t let me go to anything held at these clubs because it’s so blatantly wannabe hip i can’t stand to cough up free time or money just to stand around a bunch of thick black framed plaid wearing biters. i feel like i’m in a lil b song (specifically the soundcloud link above). lomography cameras and photo editors don’t mean shit boo boo!
anyways, no location is without flaws but in a lovely world, if someone could just make the effort to school these newly bred misinformed minds and remind them of how to be of something real with substance, they’d be a lot more respected and further in life. and i’m only bitching because this affects my nightlife during my breaks && i’d hate to have to always prefer my life in Chicago over home.
“It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.”