On Being a Feminist + Liking Pitbull
Hi y'all! It's Friday! We made it. I hope everyone had a fantastic week. This week has been busy, busy, busy! I haven't shared the news in this space yet, but I actually started my fellowship with Adios Barbie's Writing + Publishing team this week. Only about 5 days in, and already I am learning SO MUCH.
I applied on a bit of a whim. I am not a writer or journalist by trade. However, as I've mentioned before, writing professionally has always been a dream of mine. I couldn't live with myself if I told my daughter to follow her dreams as she gets older, if I never pursued my own.
So here I am, in this learning and working phase. And boy oh boy am I working. I stay up late to write, to finish articles, to do research - often times, it is really the only time I get to myself. Some days, I am really, really tired, I'm not going to lie. But I try to put it all into perspective. This is my dream, this is what I want to be doing. I am living my passion. I am writing about and for things that matter to me.
That said, it is nice when a little break comes along. Shout out to my mama for getting my sisters and I tickets to see Pitbull! I have always been conflicted about my love for Pitbull. He is this short, bald, seemingly misogynistic man who sings about women's culos and makin' that thang bounce/shake/clap...
Seeing him in concert twice kind of puts things into perspective. For one, his songs haven't really been updated much. He still gets the crowd pumped with his classics. Unfortunately, it is these classic hits that are chalk-full of sexist lyrics.
I never have the answer about whether or not something is feminist. I used to think just making a choice (or having the ability to) was feminism. However, I've read a lot about how sometimes that isn't enough.
Pitbull and I go way back: His earlier albums remind of walking though the fair in high school with my friends, trying on silly hats, being obnoxiously loud, and having a BLAST. Then when I got serious about my health and running, he got me through countless long runs.
He pumps me up, but when I am feeling particularly triggered, he brings me down, too. He talks about women, as too many rappers do, as objects. I don't know how I feel about Ximena growing up with his music, or even liking it herself someday. Though, I suppose that would be her choice...
To say that he and I have a complicated relationship is an understatement. As always, I don't have the answers. But I will keep questioning everything, and calling myself out, and holding myself accountable, even when nobody else will.
Grateful, at the very least, that I got to spend the evening with some fabulous ladies. <3
Have a great weekend!