I’m watching a rapper. She cusses. Kari Faux is from Little Rock, Arkansas. She lives in Southern California. She cusses.
Kari’s “Real Bitches Don’t Die Tour” played Columbus Tuesday. Kari’s show started with “Real Bitches Don’t Die” which is an angry diatribe about coping with betrayal and death which sounds like a celebration. She cusses in an anthem. “Real Bitches Don’t Die” is catharsis.
I took the number 1 from Olentangy River Road so I could look at the Wu-Tang/Nas/De La Soul sign in front the Schott.
I heard “Real Bitches Don’t Die” from outside but wasn’t inside the Basement yet. I didn’t know if there was a room of women flailing middle fingers.
Kari’s past collaborators include Gangsta Boo, Devin the Dude, Childish Gambino, and Big Krit. I think Karl cusses during all those songs.
I walked in as Kari Faux launched into “Me First” which led a packed room of ladies’ screaming about orgasms. Kari Faux wants an orgasm from oral sex, a rousing finger banging, or a meticulous romp before a man ejaculates. I guess that’s mansplaining a ladies’ sexual desire. I will write from my experience……I’m a man.