OBJECTified

Have you ever seen a commercial and then suddenly feel the urge to have a burger, buy a doohickey, or stretch your last dollar on a piece of “Oh I never needed that before”? Well it's okay, so have I. Just the other day I just had to have chicken just because a talking chicken wing said that she was juicy and delicious all by herself. Yum, Right? Well that's neither here nor there. I have a confession. A confession that may make some people upset, but it is my truth and I want to share it. Now in the spirit of “everyone is entitled to their own opinion”, I speak out.

I am a strong willed person, but every now then the power of media manipulation seeps into my psyche and makes me believe that their ideas are my own. For example, I have always appreciated female MCs, vulgarity and all. I was empowered by UNITY by the Queen. I jumped as RUFFNECK played on MTV. And I secretly played HOW MANY LICKS in my walkman, so my mother wouldn't know that Brooklyn had stolen my heart; sorry Mommy. All these lyricists brought their talent, their skill, and their since of self to the table and I obliged. As time went on more and more female rappers were introducing themselves to the world and more and more I became bored, until now. Now I have found myself extremely... interested by a particular plastic doll loving female.

At first I could not stand the degrading messages, the imaginary vocabulary and the references to our youth being plastic, as though they are empty headed pawns being played an over-sexed record. Weeks of silent protesting turned into months of outward debates. I could not understand how so many could scream for change and then succumb to regression. My heart ached with every woman and little girl that know identified herself as a Mattel product. Then it happened. The media and their shifty yet clever techniques grabbed hold of my conscience and squeezed it until it screamed “Uncle”. I was now following the cotton candy headed diva on twitter. How could this have happened? I had such strong convictions and now I just wanted to see which talk show host was going to smack her ass next.

People take lightly the influences that their radios, their televisions and their internet truly have. They push aside the ethics that they live their lives by, and submit to the voices in the boxes that say ,"It's all okay". So today as you demand the respect that you deserve; as you prove your intelligence over and over; as you sign the checks that pay someone's mortgage, ask yourself, am I being taken seriously? Is this the “Queen” that my mother hoped to raise? Or am I going to be dismissed as another mouthpiece with big ass?

Jasmine Mans “The Miseducation of Barbie”

Also can be seen @ 2 dae N my head.