Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion's song, WAP, was released last week to predictable furore. The song, a loopy paean to female sexual arousal, divided listeners into the usual factions of the religious right outraged at the song's explicit lyrics and trashy aesthetic, and the left celebrating the song's sexuality as 'empowering' while being outraged at the outrage from the right. In short, another Groundhog Day of self-fulfilling internet shouting.
For all the fuss, 'WAP' doesn't offer much lyrically or aesthetically distinct from the long history of songs overtly about female sexuality. Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty' released eighteen years ago and was more explicit and less comedic as a song and video. 'WAP' is firmly within the Nicki Minaj wheelhouse of playing its sexuality with pantomime humour. For my money, Minaj's 'Anaconda' is funnier and lyrically sharper: 'He toss my salad like his name Romaine' is a flat-out masterpiece of a line. For all the performed outrage on the left and right, 'WAP' is distinctly Widow Twankey in tone. That anyone could take such a deliberately silly song seriously enough to either get annoyed or celebrate its 'message' says more about the emptiness of the commenter's supposed values than the song itself.