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“Can you make it clap no hands for me?”
Last night, Youtube led me to a video with over 2 billion views that I’d never seen before. So I clicked to check on what all the hullabaloo was about and found a catchy chord progression and beat accentuated by the usual gyrating bodies of curves and steel — and the customary lame lyrics written by amateurs.
Verse #3 brought the magic moment. On came a male rapper to ask “Can you make it clap no hands for me?” Just in case you don’t understand this reference: Apparently, the measure of booty attractiveness is the ability of a woman to flex her booty muscles and actually make the two cheeks emit a clapping sound in so doing.
When I was young, the measure of a girl’s womanhood centered around her being able to squeeze her breasts together and suck on her own nipples. Boy! How times have changed.
Booties didn’t even enter a teenage boy’s consciousness. It was all about boobies. But now? Booty culture has taken over. Beyonce doesn’t sing “my body’s too busty for ya.” She sings “my body’s too bootylicious for ya.”
Having said all that, I have a confession to make: Years ago, the first black woman I ever slept with stereotypically boasted a big…
