Bitch Better Have My Money

 

Female Chauvinist Pigs... 'Bitch Better Have My Money'...

No Honour Among Thieves, No Solidarity Among Women

Alpha Unit

There is little doubt that female rappers and so-called 'artists' have largely been indoctrinated by the same agenda, and victimised by the same driving force, as any other bedevilled female. The difference is that in embodying the male fantasy they perpetrate the annihilation of their very own sisters. This type of female rapper is Ariel Levy’s Female Chauvinist Pig. They are the women who abandon all sororal instincts to carve their success in a man's industry by emulating the worst of emasculated behaviour. They are the fem-bots who have achieved fame and profit by objectifying their fellow women regardless of the devastation. Rihanna's recent song 'bitch better have my money' (a phrase popularised by Hollywood pimps who would growl the words before unleashing violence on their exploited victims if they had not earned enough money on street corners and alleyways) has been represented by a video that is case-in-point. She hunts, kidnaps and tortures a woman: all for the love of money. The world of pimping is after-all, big business. Ubiquitously in the background, the profit to be made from any pro-prostitution agenda is huge, the profit to be made in trafficking humans for sex is around 5 billion to 7 billion dollars a year.

Each year approximately 20.9 million women and children, are bought and sold into sexual servitude. 2 million children are exploited every year in the global commercial sex trade. There are around 10 million or more women and children who are living at risk of violence daily somewhere in the world due to slavery at the hands of their pimps. 2,000,000 children in Benin and Togo are sold into domestic, sex or agricultural positions to nearby Nigeria or Gabon. In Nepal more than 5000-7000 women and children are sold into forced prostitution annually. Twenty percent of these prostitutes are young girls under the age of sixteen. This is big business; globally, it is an over 30 billion dollar industry, all money made from selling children and young girls to be raped. Do not think for one moment that the Gangster Rap Pimp Agenda has missed that memo.

They forced me to sleep with 50 customer a day. I had to give the pimp all my money. If I did not earn a set amount, they punished me by removing my clothes and beating me with a stick until I fainted, electrocuting me, cutting me. Kolab, sex trafficking survivor.

Rihanna assuming the role of pimp, speaking with pimp rhetoric and exerting violence upon women spits upon the girls and women whom live and die at the hands of pimps every single day. Shame on her. A victim of domestic violence herself, Rihanna's palpable disregard (and worse still, propagation of) violence against women is utterly contemptible. Her video 'We found love' earned her a backlash from anti-rape campaigners.

There exists records of handfuls of Jews whom profited from tipping off the Nazi’s about the whereabouts of their Jewish friends in hiding. There is no doubt that some African merchants profited from slavery, some even exploited the situation for their own tribo-political conceptual volitions. Whilst this added to the power of the enemy, It never erased the blame from the originator of the butchery. These were the smattering of stool pigeons whom wrongfully sought solace on the side of the enemy. In any modern democratic struggle be it in the media or Palestine there are those who would play Judas if it meant their own survival and monetary gain. Some would call it cowardice others opportunism. This is the weakness of human nature; and it does not for a moment take the sting out the suffering of the milked majority. In this case this is mostly because there has only ever existed less than a handful of these Female Chauvinist Rappers among thousands of male misogynist rappers that we have seen emerge in the past two decades. The damage they have inflicted in terms of reinforcing man-made stereotypes has been colossal, yet they simply do not exist in enough of a quantity to balance out, justify or erase, male accountability in this quagmire.

"Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. . . . The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object." John Berger ‘Ways of Seeing’

Optimists say Rihanna's (and company's) overt slackness is a nod to the freedom of individual expression and new aged empowerment. I say, this is yet another well designed ruse of mainstream marketing designed to injure women in the same vein as her male counterparts. The final scene of the BBHMM video ends with Rihanna staring at the camera, presumably having murdered her female victim, in an image eerily reminiscent to the photograph released during her post-Chris bashing.

 

 

In 2009, pop singer Rihanna, the 20-year-old Barbadian-born star and daughter of an abusive father, sustained trauma to her face and body, including major contusions to both sides of her face, a split lip, swelling, bruising and a bloody nose after her boyfriend R’n’B singer Chris Brown beat her and attempted to choke her to death. Rihanna survived the brutal attack and feminists the world over prayed for the teenage idol to make a phoenix like return, emerging from domestic violence as a new voice for the cause. Instead, she became an advocate for violence almost overnight. She emerged donning necklaces with gun shaped pendants. Posing proudly with Snoop and Warren G, 'Thug Life' etched onto her stomach in marker pen, toting a spliff. Despite a feminist backlash self-proclaimed 'good girl gone bad' then made the bizarre decision to have a handgun tattooed onto her ribcage. In 2011, Rihanna released hit song ‘S&M’ and waxed lyrical about the joys of being slapped and spanked by men before her bevy of young and impressionable fans.

‘I love to be tied up and spanked. Using whips and chains is too planned... you have to stop and look for the whip. I prefer them to use their hands."

Much like the diaspora whom expectorate The N word, such women provide ample ammunition for the vast apologists who list female antics as among the reasons misogyny in Gangsta Rap is admissible. Clearly there is far more to be gained from siding with the misogynist enemy than there is from being an ambassador for vulnerable women. Whenever an opportunity might exist for a strong black woman to lead others, the Gangsta industry turns her into a traitor as slippery as he and laughs heartily as his army multiplies.

The predicament of Female Chauvinist Pig is much the same as the fans of 50 Cent who seek to please him insomuch as in siding with the Original chauvinist pigs they ultimately lose. It is a man's game. Since his fantasies are based on his hatred of self and of women, attempts to fulfil his warped fantasies only fuel his hatred and spur him to disrespect her more. Tila Tequila tried to jump on the man-emulating bandwagon and would later attempt suicide before seeking psychiatric help, turning her back on the entertainment industry and changing her name. It is a futile endeavour. Rihanna may try traitorously to wield the male baton and beat women with it, but she will never truly be accepted by the boys-club she is seeking membership to. This is the fate of the ‘Walking Talking Rapping Vagina‘ whom tries to gain membership, in vein, to a boys club that seeks to stamp out her and all like her.

It is dangerous for a woman
to defy the gods;
To taunt them with the tongue's thin tip,
Or strut in the weakness
of mere humanity,
Or draw a line daring them to cross;
The gods own the searing lightning,
The drowning waters, tormenting fears
And anger of red sins.

Oh, but worse still if you mince timidly--
Dodge this way or that, or kneel or pray,
Be kind, or sweat agony drops
Or lay your quick body over
your feeble young;
If you have beauty or none, if celibate
Or vowed--the gods are Juggernaut,
Passing over . . . over . . .

This you may do:
Lock your heart, then, quietly,
And lest they peer within,
Light no lamp when dark comes down
Raise no shade for sun;
Breathless must your
breath come through
If you'd die and dare deny
The gods their god-like fun.

Anne Spencer Letter To My Sisters