Much has been said about Azealia Banks in the past few weeks regarding her none too subtle homophobic rants. First, it was her response to a fan (now ex fan one assumes) who commented on her expression of the pain of being a black woman in the spotlight by noting, “Imagine the pain young gay fans feel when they hear the vile things you say.”
Rather than letting the comment lie as most celebrities bombarded with negative Instagram feedback would, Banks decided to fire back with, “Oh well imagine how I wanna spray a gay man in the face with pepper spray every time he calls me a bitch a slut or a hoe. Kiss my ass. Goodnight.” This was followed up with the equally if not worse sentiment, “Yea keep trolling for dick on grindr. You’ll be murdered and stuffed under a truck somewhere soon.”
Oh Azealia, when will you learn? Freedom of expression is not actually a real thing. Especially when you’re talking about the gay community, as it were. Regardless of Banks’ undeniable talent, she can’t ride on it if a large chunk of her fan base is at war with her (yes, the gays love her bitch-house vibe). And yet, Banks refuses to be quelled in her opinions, insisting, “All I had to do was say one word and I moved a whole community. What weaklings!!”
Alas, Azealia not everyone has the thick skin you acquired while growing up in Harlem. At the same time, maybe we would all be better off if we did. It would allow us to ignore the pain and hurt feelings caused by other people’s ire. In this way, there is something to Banks’ madness in that she is truly unaffected by anything people say. After all, as a child she was subjected to physical and verbal abuse. “Like [my mom] would hit me and my sisters with baseball bats, bang our heads up against walls, and she would always tell me I was ugly. I remember once she threw out all the food in the fridge, just so we wouldn’t have anything to eat.” And so, with formative years like these, it’s no wonder she’s hardened to the uppitiness of “minorities” (I put this in quotes because straights are the ones now in the minority).
And, as Banks’ infuriatingly points out, “…and even if i am a homophobe… so wat? i still make more $ than you… still have an extra hole… and still own everything.” She keeps it blunt, and that’s what people despise about her. Though it was admittedly unnecessary to spit in a flight attendant’s face and call him a faggot.