Remember last summer? The streets and Twitters were abuzz with news of Bin Laden's death, everyone was joking about an approaching apocalypse on the outside while fearing it within, Casey Anthony's trial put everyone in a tizzy, and all the while our ears were bombarded by an awkward rap song from a seemingly ten-year-old white girl about what, exactly, basic bitches wear. My God, were we ever so young?
It's been nearly eight months since Kreayshawn's "Gucci Gucci" took over YouTube and became a three-million-views-in-a-few-weeks viral sensation, which means it's about time for the lengthy magazine profiles to start strolling out. First up is this piece in GQ, which catches Kreayshawn dolling out her usual assortment of trash-talking and pot-stirring. For example:
On Lana Del Rey: "What is this depressing shit? I'm going to slit my ankles."
On Rick Ross: "So fat he couldn't find his manhood."
But then the reporter also finds the pixie rapper in a much more, let's say "sensitive" state:
Once the boys are gone, we learn the main reason Kreayshawn's been so pensive this past hour. And it's not that the pressure of her newfound, instant fame was bearing down on her with enormous psychic weight. As soon as the door shuts, she yells: "I have to POOP," like a proud potty-trained toddler.
I may be decidedly on my own island of opinion here, but the whole thing's kind of charming. With so many handlers generally standing in the way of reporters and their subjects, it's rare to really see this kind of openness from anyone. And sure, part of her brand is being open and willing to say things that other female singers/rappers don't. But even that posturing doesn't seem as manufactured as, say, Lady Gaga acting all weird just to maintain her aura of eccentricity. So, in conclusion: thumbs up for Kreayshawn!