to all those little girls of color who needed some pop princess that looked like them in their lives? I never wanted to be a pop princess—I loved her fucking songs and i loved her so much—but I wanted to be punk and head banger and skater chick—so I never needed that.
but i knew so many girls of color who wanted the bright colors and puffy hair and super cute 80s clothes—and Whitney gave that to them. back then, there was NO pop princess of color but whitney. if you wanted a woman of color in the pop world role model sort of thing, you had to go back to diana ross who was amazing (and still actively singing and all) in the 80s—and I think aretha made that pink cadillac, which was crap, oh, and tina turner of course, with her what’s love got to do with it—but they were *OLD*. they weren’t fresh and young and could keep up with madonna (and debbie gibson and that red head, remember her? what was her name?) with trend setting and style. whitney had it all. and back then…that *meant* something to little girls who saw *nobody* like them on vh1 or mtv…or fuck, just on regular old television…(I think the cosby show was the *only* show w/people of color on the mainstream networks…can’t remember cuz we didn’t have t.v. for big parts of my childhood)…
Preach….God, the tears keep falling
Can we talk about how many stars that we know of that were inspired by her and worked with her
I could go on….
Could you imagine what our life’s soundtrack would be like with out her.
And then the sisters that inspired her
aw this is really sweet and important and true. i promised myself i wouldn’t reblog anything whitney related, largely because i have a lot of complicated feelings around celebrity deaths (especially in the wake of unexpected deaths) but this? i feel like this hasn’t been said enough. it is so beautiful, sad, and true.