Down at the old Catholic Worker, I mentioned my dislike for CARDI B and her abominable number one record when of all people, a lily white college student (a chaste girl) professed her admiration for the object of my derision. I couldn’t believe it! I mean…this girl is so wholesome I literally tip toe around her. And here she likes – and even admires – a self-professed stripper and ho!
So I went back to You Tube determined to find what I was missing. And I found it in a 7 minute interview. CARDI is actually a sweet – albeit dysfunctional – young lady whose honesty, forthrightness, and lush mouth completely seduced me. By the time I’d finished watching the 7 minute interview video, I’d fallen in love.
If you want to know the backstory of too many abused and lost ethnic American escorts from the hood, watch this video. Because if the girl you pay for her time won’t tell you how it is, Cardi B surely does.
Here’s an example: Cardi talks about stripping down at the club as if it saved her life (which maybe it did). She was living with a physically abusive boyfriend, his two pit bulls, and his mama in a one bedroom apartment. With the money she earned shaking her booty, Cardi was able to move out and away from all the abuse.
Several years ago, I was in a place awaiting a photo subject when one girl told another her own personal story. It seems that the madam had saved her life from daily ass-kickings at the hands of an abusive boyfriend by showing her the financial rewards of hooking. With the money she made, the girl was able to move out – and away from the guy who was beating the crap out of her. Talk about a rock and a hard place! Both this girl and Cardi inhabited the same space! And theirs unfortunately, are not unique stories. They’re almost the norm rather than the exception in the subculture (of American escorts).
Cardi confirms another reality. She considered herself a pretty hot girl until her employment at the strip joint. When Cardi saw all the huge chests and phat booties making the lion’s share of the money, she became insecure and decided to get augmented. Now Cardi wishes her shit wasn’t so big since she’s stopped dancing. Cardi even admits to having no idea what got shot in her ass and that who knows? Maybe she’ll die from what’s in there.
I love Cardi B for unabashedly wearing all her insecurities on her sleeve. Mind you, she still ain’t gonna make it to the Mensa Society. And her records are dog shit. But now I get her appeal. In her own way, she’s singing the blues. Here’s the interview and I promise…this is the last I’ll talk about Cardi B.