Tuesday, December 05, 2006

sexy mf





u seem perplexed i haven't taken you yet...


i guess janet jackson's lastest album, 20 y/o, hasn't done that well. despite a relatively decent debut at number two on the pop charts, after that she sold barely enough for j.d. to stand on during those red carpet photo ops. woe is ms. jackson if you're nasty. that's two in a row for her. (did anyone buy damita jo? i imagine either one of those albums would make great stocking stuffers for the gay boy in your life.) i can't say i'm surprised. damita jo's fate was sealed sometime around february 2, 2004, just after white america was shocked and awed at the site of a thirty-something pierced black nipple peaking through a hole of some s&m looking costume. i don't know if tivo sales went up afterward, but i'm pretty sure justin is doing ok. i've never seen someone pullout their whitestraightmale membership card faster than my beloved jt. with a deebo-looking sponsor like timbaland, though, he was able to maintain his street cred, and bring sexy back just/in time for the holidays. but i digress.

anyway, blame it on jt bailing. blame it on the teat. whatever, ms. jackson's career has yet to bounce up like ground ball. and that makes me kind of sad. a gay boy in the making, back in '86 i wanted to be janet--so much that i tried to perform that whole "pleasure principle" chair trick in the basement of my house. (here's a tip: when attempting to do this "trick," do not use a folding chair.) even when her big bro got all weird on me, janet was there. control...rhythm nation 1814... allat. i fucked with it. and even though that song "all for you" got on my nerves, i appreciated it as proof of her longevity. i mean, i guess it's hard out here for a pimp. but it's just as hard out there for an aging pop star.

i got wet dreams comin' out of my ears...

think about it. there's a gang of damito jo descendents running around today. and, it's as if some of jackson's spawns are a stronger strain. they dance better. their weaves are more impressive. hell, some of them can even sing! competition is thicker than a black girl's thighs. and considering the record sales of miss jackson if you're nasty, she's not surviving the pressure, seemingly unable to withstand lingering public backlash from nipplegate, and the generally subpar material her boyfriend has her "singing."

her old friend justin might suggest she bring sexy back. that seemed to work for her in the late 90s. ms. rhodes doesn't buy jackson's sexy act, though; she says her sexuality is fabricated and hardly believable. i think that's a pretty pithy statement. yet at the same time i want to quip, "well, whose isn't?" besides, if you're gonna be sexy, you have to up the ante. allowing your boyfriend/husband/whoever to cover your nipples while you pose for rolling stone ain't hardly gonna cut it these days. noooosir. i'ma need you to do something slightly incestuous. you know, like kiss one of your clones on stage at an awards show.

we need to talk about two things...

which brings me to my next point. now, i know their careers aren't exactly analogous--i think madge has done a better job of evolving musically--but i think janet and madonna are relatively comparable. though madonna is about a decade older, their careers span relatively the same timeframe. both native midwesterners (madonna: bay city, mi just outside of detroit; janet: gary, in just outside of chicago) made their musical debuts in 1982; and both received relatively mild success--though madonna's first single was a dance hit. madonna's second album made her a superstar, while jackson's 1986 release--her third album-- made her a household name. both were married to men from famous families (sean penn, james debarge); both marriages apparently ended due to some form of abuse by the husband. both have dabbled in acting. both have transformed their images at several pivotal moments. etc. etc.

yet madonna's career has seemingly been able to withstand several controversies (you know, sex books and shit), while janet's took a turn for the worse after one. now granted, showing the world your nipple during the super bowl is really major. like, really major. yet two years seems like quite a long time for something to linger in our amnesiac american memory. why, then, has the sensationalism of janet jackson's celebrity seemed to linger longer than that of, say, madonna's?

maybe janet fell off because, unlike madonna, she's not on the pulse. sure, the gay boys love her, but has she capitalized on that the way she could've? maybe she could rectify that by kissing a chick. she doesn't have to truly like girls, but just play like it on tv. perhaps it's that jackson has not successfully coopted certain aspects of black/gay/male culture in a way that made the public feel that she'd invented something new. i dunno. (oh, please don't be misled. i kinda dig madonna. this entry, in fact, isn't really about her. i'm just really curious. trying to figure it all out, i guess...)

i want to suggest that there's simply not a space for janet. whenever i venture over to radio stations other than npr, i'm reminded of just how constricted the music business feels right now. everything sounds the same. all of the radio stations are owned by one big corporation. one must go elsewhere to find something fresh and new. but janet jackson sings some pretty safe, middle of the road pop music. so that doesn't explain it.

guard your folks, and get your daughter...

then, i'm reminded of my good friend star jones. (i miss her. really, i do.) maybe jackson fell out of favor with the public because she wasn't completely honest. we all know how much trouble our public figures can get in when they don't tell the truth. so perhaps that whole, "i gained weight for a film role blahblahblah," didn't help matters; nor did not being super truthful about how she lost it. then i'm led to thoughts like: maybe somebody should say something more about the super bowl. no, not about the nipple, but the fact that it was a southern white boy who took part in the wardrobe mishap, thereby again exposing another truth about the legacy of slavery live and onstage... both fates seem the same. he jumps in the cesspool, but comes out smelling like a rose, while she, well, she has shit on her face. which leads me to: maybe no one gives a damn about a black chick unless she's breeding. but i guess thinking that way just brings me back to where i started: a black woman's body. of course, i'm sure a bunch of smart people said this two years ago. i was just led to this because i wanted to write about janet jackson.

this ain't about the body, it's about the mind...


anyway, fabricated sexuality or no, i kinda miss janet. not as much as i miss whitney, but i miss her nonetheless. i ain't saying i'ma learn her choreography like i used to back in the day, but it'd be nice to see her with another hit. (wasn't the video for "alright" the shit? cab calloway!?!?)

maybe she should adopt an african baby. i hear it's all the rage.

by the way, how many black chicks could go from alleged whore to humanitarian? just wondering...


language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. language alone is meditation. ~toni morrison

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damn I hate this new blogger crap. I just wrote the bomb comment and now it's gone.

Anyway Janet has gone farther on a no singing voice than any person could ever imagine. Come on the chick cannot sing.

Second, Janet has WACKO JACKO for a brother and America ain't feelin a weird pedophile. Even if he is white. Dr. Crookman let him down big time.

Third, America is sick of everybody dropping a ton of weight over night and trying to play us stupid. Diet and exercise star jone's formerly big black ass.

Finally, America's love of black icons is fleeting. And when it is over it is over! Just ask Hammer, J J Walker, Gary Coleman, Bill Cosby, Eddie Murphy, Whitney, Star, Bryant Gumbel, Brandy, Flava Flav (trust me it's just about over I pray) O J Simpson and the list goes on and on and on.

Exceptions: Oprah--she betta not leave daytime. Denzel--even he knows betta than to get sexy with white women.

And the shock of straight white girl/straight white girl kissing and straight white men kissing and having simulated sex is almost non existent. Now when Rosie and Ellen lock lips that will be something to see.

7/12/06 17:29  
Blogger solitaire said...

I didn't even bother with Janet's new album.
I think she's a great dancer and all...but I hate the breathy lyrics. BOOOOOO.
"Control" will always be her greatest song.
THAT IS ALL.

10/12/06 11:51  
Anonymous bunny said...

*Shyly raises hand at the question, Did anybody actually buy the Damita Jo album?* I'm still pissed off at that piece of shit she put out. Even that bs song with Ye West called My Baby ain't help this CD AT.ALL.

I wanted so badly to buy 20y/o but I reminded myself of the disaster that is/was DJ and I said fuck it. Fool me once not twice.

Who didn't try to dance off of Pleasure Principle? That song was the absolute bomb cause she was dancing her fine ass off, right?

14/12/06 00:13  
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14/12/06 17:36  
Blogger Hollambeeee said...

competition is thicker than a black girl's thighs
LMAO...

your commentary on slavery on stage? perfect...

16/12/06 18:07  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know this shit is late, but better late... Anyway, I think that the reason that DJ has not been able to rise out of the muck is because America perceives her as having dragged their favorite ambassador of white soul down into it. Though he's about bringing sexy back, like you observed, there's this ineluctable squeaky cleanliness that JT has also been able to hold onto since his N'Sync days. I think that rather than view him as culpable in the whole Nipplegate thing, America would rather believe it was the evil, oversexed black woman. She MADE him. Or TRICKED him. So that makes her a sort of villain. And Americans love sticking it to a villain. Witness the cellphone video of Saddam's shit.

8/1/07 22:10  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know this shit is late, but better late... Anyway, I think that the reason that DJ has not been able to rise out of the muck is because America perceives her as having dragged their favorite ambassador of white soul down into it. Though he's about bringing sexy back, like you observed, there's this ineluctable squeaky cleanliness that JT has also been able to hold onto since his N'Sync days. I think that rather than view him as culpable in the whole Nipplegate thing, America would rather believe it was the evil, oversexed black woman. She MADE him. Or TRICKED him. So that makes her a sort of villain. And Americans love sticking it to a villain. Witness the cellphone video of Saddam's shit.

8/1/07 22:11  

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