A large part of Cardi B’s career (apart from being built on sympathy and payola) has found its audience in the women who can undeniably identify with such sentiments as, “Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit/Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit” and “You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah…wanna be on your own/All I know is you don’t hit my line no more/You don’t make it ring, ring, ring, ring.” That being said, much of her “persona,” is, unlike Dr. Jekyll, heavily grounded in the reality of who she is.
Thus, it was only a matter of time before the hotheaded personality that helped protect her from fuckery as a “dancer” (you know, unwanted ass and titty grabbing for not enough dollar bills) whilst disrobing would not translate with grace to (almost) worldwide fame. Her uncouth, visceral identity was a “fun” part of her image at first, sure–even up to the one-sided scuffle with Nicki Minaj that indicated a deeper flaw in the black and white/virgin or whore type of understanding of black culture. But Cardi’s latest antic proves that she hasn’t evolved emotionally past the salad days of when her career was still aspirational, and being reactionary didn’t elicit three to ten camera crews to document her outbursts (then again, maybe that was part of her aim in playing into “surrender Dorothy” with the police: a desire for more attention–embracing her bad reputation with perhaps more credibility than Taylor did with “Look What You Made Me Do”).
This time around, Cardi’s “rejoinder” to two sisters who bartend (therefore are not strippers–necessarily–as the media seems to be sensationalizing, comme toujours) at Angels Strip Club (likely to get plenty more clientele of an unwanted–read: unpaying–sort after this publicity) resulted in members from the fold of her entourage, including bodyguards, attacking the duo with bottles and chairs. And why? Because Cardi accused one of them of having an affair with her precious Offset. As we all know by now, the one thing no one can fuck with is Cardi’s man, as much of a blatant philandering ho as he might be. It is still, nonetheless, never his fault, but the fault of any woman who would clearly be unable to keep her hands off of him.
While some might think Cardi would be at least mildly embarrassed over being involved in yet another anti-feminist altercation in the space of a month, it looks as though she sees it as only adding to her cachet as a Bronx-born “cockroach” (she calls herself that too, not just other dark-skinned black women, so it’s “fine”). Thus, with one count of assault and two counts of reckless endangerment being lodged against her by the sisters, it’s no wonder Cardi was looking pretty fucking pleased with herself as she left the police station in Flushing, Queens (much to Fran Fine’s disgrace).
As her lawyer has said, with “no evidence” to suggest that Cardi “caused anybody any harm,” it seems that her comeuppance will be mild, if it exists at all, proving the point, “…she thinks her celebrity status puts her above the law, since she has bragged to multiple people and on social media that she orchestrated these vicious attacks,” as Joseph Tacopina, lawyer to the bartenders, put it. This, too, would explain the grin on Cardi’s face while leaving the station–in addition to feeling the satisfaction of having gotten away with laying the blame for her husband’s trifling on others who are not responsible for a man essentially needing to be castrated in order to prevent him from sticking it in to whatever pussy makes itself available.
Still, with her one-track mind about how much she means to Offset and vice versa (e.g. chanting, “Cardi put the pussy on Offset/Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset”), it’s fairly certain that the ardor is largely, once again, one-sided (this referring to her physical assault on Minaj). Which is likely the reason Offset keeps cheating, therefore fueling both repeated lyrical motifs and news headlines when it comes to Cardi.
So she can try to swat away at the fray of vagine all she wants (because, yes, some bias can be more deliberately tantalizing than others, to be sure), but in the end, if a dude gon’ get his dick wet, he gon’ get his dick wet. Temptation doesn’t seek, it is found.
