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Baker essentially rewrites music videos to make fun of the artists in them — which could be an entertaining premise. But Baker can rarely muster any kind of thoughtful criticism. Minaj is dumb, he says, half a dozen times. She’s a “slut.” A “whore.” A “skank,” even. She gets Botox injections and plastic surgery. It’s unclear how any of this amounts to legitimate criticism, let alone humor: It’s essentially just a string of misogynistic, slut-shaming insults, wearing the guise of a well-produced joke.
The Washington Post (via crumplebutts)

I just looked this video up and it was so fucking gross. Slut shaming, body shaming, calling Nicki dumb and plastic. It’s repulsive and degrading. The girls in the video should be ashamed and the guy who made it should be knocked the hell out.

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poeticjusticeftdrake:

humans-of-pdx:

"I had a bacterial infection when I was two that turned into gangrene. People don’t believe all the things I can do. Like write. I have some of the best handwriting in my class." She put her arms together to show me how she would hold a pencil or pen. "Are you in school?" "Well I just finished medical school to become a medical assistant." Just then she got a phone call, swiped open the touch screen and effortlessly held the phone up to her ear. I waited patiently as she tried to work out some logistics with a family member. "That was my grandma. She’s on her way to pick me up and take me to my dance studio." "You dance?" "Yeah, you should come to my performance." I told her I would absolutely love to.


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poeticjusticeftdrake:

humans-of-pdx:

"I had a bacterial infection when I was two that turned into gangrene. People don’t believe all the things I can do. Like write. I have some of the best handwriting in my class." She put her arms together to show me how she would hold a pencil or pen. 

"Are you in school?" 

"Well I just finished medical school to become a medical assistant." Just then she got a phone call, swiped open the touch screen and effortlessly held the phone up to her ear. I waited patiently as she tried to work out some logistics with a family member. "That was my grandma. She’s on her way to pick me up and take me to my dance studio." 

"You dance?" 

"Yeah, you should come to my performance." 

I told her I would absolutely love to.

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