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In the wake of the debacle that was Nicki Minaj's Grammy performance, I felt obligated to post this. I am sure that one or two googlers will stumble upon this post as a result of said searched, and I'm cool with that, but its not my intention to capitalize off of another person's professional trauma. Keep in mind that this is not a pop culture gossip page, so Nicki Minaj is not the topic per se.
Between the wigs, the voices, the outfits, and the augmented physical features - its clear to me that Nicki Minaj is a caricature. I believe that my target audience are the intellectual, book-reading types so I don't feel its necessary to elaborate on the caricature-type (a la cartoon Hottentot). Long story short, she reminds me of Biggie Shorty (Pootie Tang).
Now, I admit. Caricatures are funny – they ought to be because they’re jokes. They embellish flaws, and in calling your attention to the absurdity of the exaggeration, take a little power away from the imperfection. That’s cool.
What is not cool is actually becoming a caricature. Actually living an entire life of contrived embellishment. What makes caricatures cool is the fact that they are not real – at all. Sure your nose is big, but it is not nearly as big as the one on your caricature. Yes you have a tiny head, but it is not nearly as tiny as the one on your caricature. Sure you talk loud, but you don’t yell everything like your caricature does. Do you follow me?
Don’t be a caricature, because at the end of the day you’re only a joke.
