Well, not exactly “latest.” I’ve been obsessed with Shakira since high school spanish class, when we used to listen to her and sing along (I got her spanish-language albums for christmas when I was in 10th grade). But during my morning run at the gym today, I had the pleasure of seeing her latest video, My Hips Don’t Lie, on VH1. And I almost died. SO. HOT. I want to dance like her. I want to go barefoot in a long skirt and a t-shirt and no make-up and look perfect. I want to be earthy and goddessy and sexy in such a terrestrial way. Sure, she’s got the sparkles down her back, but she’s so much the anti-Britney that I have to love her. And perhaps I’m reading too much into her persona, and I realize that she’s made up and on MTV and looking to sell records, but I feel like she embodies the kind of raw female earth-mama sexuality that I find really powerful. She’s performing, but she isn’t over-done or high-heeled or hair-straightened. Yes, she’s conventionally beautiful, but her draw is something beyond the standard push-up-bra chin-down-eyes-up stalking-kitty version of sexiness that I’m used to seeing on MTV.
Or maybe I’m just standing up for her because I really love her and want to believe that she’s something of feminist role model, even though she never asked for that title and may not want it.
Either way, I don’t think I’m the only one with this obsession. The treadmills at the gym I go to face a mirror, and you can see everyone else in the cardio room when you’re running — and when this video was on, every single person was staring at TV #1, jaw-dropped. It’s amazing. If I could be any woman in the world, I would be Shakira (but not so everyone could stare at me). Just watch the video.
*Fun sidenote: My best famous-person sighting in New York was freshman year of college, when I was at a club, dancing with a tiny little curly-haired girl. We danced for ten minutes or so, and then I looked around and saw all these huge men in black t-shirts with earpieces staring at me. I got nervous, and looked down at the person I was dancing with, only to realize that it was Shakira, who had done TRL earlier that day to promote her first English-language album. Highlight of my life.