Hip-hop doesn’t need another white savior
Lily Allen acts like hip-hop needs her feminist critique -- but the genre already has major black feminist voices
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I proudly affirm myself as a feminist woman, even though the oft-dreaded “F” word often evokes volatile, visceral responses. I believe that all women, including women of color, lesbians and trans women, deserve access to the same rights, liberties and resources as men. There are times, however, when I question whether I’m meant to be part of the “Feminist Movement” or if I want to defend what others call “feminism.”
Most recently, I found myself conflicted when singer Lily Allen released a video for her newest single, “Hard Out Here,” which many are claiming is a modern feminist anthem. I definitely align with those who disagree with this assertion, as I don’t think it represents my feminism. (In my early discussions about Ms. Allen’s video, I noted that there were several black women who didn’t see any problem with it. The beauty of art is that it is left up to the consumer’s interpretation and the interpretation I present is merely my own.)
The video opens with Allen on a surgeon’s table, receiving liposuction. She glances over at a television that shows mostly black women dancing seductively while wearing skin-baring outfits. She rolls her eyes. She begins to sing the song and gets to the line “Don’t need to shake my ass for you ’cause I’ve got a brain.” This is where I paused. She just showed four black women shaking their asses on the screen, so was she … suggesting those women don’t have brains? Maybe, maybe not, but the imagery seems to suggest that what those women were doing was a problem (hence the dismissive eye roll). The scene transitions to those same women (and a couple of presumably non-black women) becoming Allen’s backup dancers as they perform choreographed dance routines.
Later, we find Allen in the “kitchen” polishing up flashy car tire rims with gold bricks and bottles of champagne on her countertop. We know that a lot of rap music has included bragging about material items, including cars and expensive alcoholic beverages; that’s been an essential element of the music since its inception. As hip-hop, the culture, was born out of resistance to racial, ethnic and class oppression, the exaggerated emphasis on the possession of material goods has been a defining, ever-present trope throughout the music. Have some people gone overboard with it? Absolutely. But is there a larger context for the fixation on these items and their connection to assertion of masculinity and the construction of manhood? Yes, and in mocking it here, Allen is placing her brand of feminism as opposite to hip-hop culture when, despite a great many instances of misogyny, hip-hop has included a variety of black feminist voices throughout its history. Artists like Missy Elliot have used the word “bitch” in their music, while performing empowering anthems for women that celebrate sexuality and reject physical beauty norms. Interestingly enough, Allen dons an “ethnic” hairstyle Elliot made popular in a video over a decade ago.
After the kitchen scene, Allen appears next to a black woman, dressed in bra and panties, and pushing money down her bra, while singing a song that is a spin on “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp.” I paused again. Next we see a group of women, mostly black, dancing around an expensive car. One is front and center with her behind facing the camera, jiggling, another is pouring champagne all over herself while grinding, and yet another is sliding herself around the ground. Then we see one black woman pouring champagne on another’s behind as she shakes and jiggles it: more critiques of the imagery in rap videos.
During all of this, the one non-black woman is obscurely placed behind the car as the others more visibly perform these “satirical” gyrations. Allen stands in the middle of it all wearing a long white mink coat (a clothing item often associated with pimps) and throws money at the black women as they dance in front of her. In the next scene, the women regularly thrust and pat their crotches as Allen repeats “Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch…” I don’t think I’m reaching when I say that there are heavy not-so-subliminal messages in this video and that it isn’t simply about “satire.”
