Chapter Fifteen: An Affair to Remember: Hip Hop and the Feminist Perspective
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An Affair to Remember: Hip Hop and the Feminist Perspective
DONNETRICE C. ALLISON
I never considered myself a feminist—in my late twenties when I was head-nodding to the Money, Cash, Hoes collaboration of Jay Z and DMX; and I didn’t consider myself a feminist a year later, when I agreed to a “traditional” marriage, took my husband’s last name and promised to love, honor and “obey” him. Although I had two degrees by that time and was working on a third—and he only had one—I agreed that he would head the household and I would take the lead on rearing our future children. I was in love, and I was happy with that arrangement. It made perfect sense to me as an African American female born and raised in the 70s. The messages I received early on were of “Black power” and “Black beauty.” I grew up on Soul Train, Good Times and The Jefferson’s. My four older sisters wore their hair natural—beautiful afros, like crowns; my mom bought products like Afro-Sheen and read Jet magazine; my dad drove a Cadillac and smoked Winston 100s; we saw every “Blaxploitation” movie ever made, and cheered for the hero who inevitably managed to “stick it to Whitey.” So, I never considered myself a feminist and neither did anyone I knew.
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