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If I’m not mistaken—by the way, I’m not—Tony Vick and Kalenna have voiced concerns about volatility with respect to their finances in previous episodes of Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta. With that in mind, if you’ve appeared on national television and openly voiced concerns about spending too much money on things like a big ass house you don’t need, would you be risking your savings in a risky investment like a club in fucking Atlanta, Ga.? If you do, you’re the type of person whose calls people duck around payday.

If you’ve heard the Diddy-Dirty Money’s Last Train to Paris album and her own Chamber of Diaries mixtape, you know Kalenna is quite the talented one. And yet, so much of her storyline is so far removed from music. If they plan on turning this club into Harpo’s Jook Joint with Kalenna playing the role of Shug Avery, I’d get them a little more. However, Kalenna ended up asking Joseline to perform at the club, so basically, in the opening minutes of last night’s show, all I got was a math problem: What happens when two blacks in the red turn to a new club to make some green?

I’ll let y’all solve the puzzle. In the meantime, I hope they decide to open up a Chick-fil-a franchise instead.

Speaking of bad habits, what followed next was more talk about Nikko and his infamous porn shoot with Mimi. Margeaux reached out to Ariane’s gorgeous self to talk about their first meeting. You know, the one that ended with Margeaux and Mimi being separated by security. Margeaux informed Ariane that there are no secret audiotapes that prove Mimi’s ass is lying about her role in her porn hustle with Nikko, but an actual person willing to talk. Will the deep fried plot twists never end?

Ariane took this information to Mimi, and to the surprise of no one, Mimi denied everything. Mimi then let her know that she’s not going to keep revisiting old shit. Finally, we agree. I understand Ariane’s intent is to “protect her,” but if the woman doesn’t want to talk about the tape anymore, respect that. Now, Ariane going to work with Margeaux is not cool. Business is business, but I doubt Ariane had to entertain any business involving Margeaux. She just seems more interested in being around her long enough to find more intel to expose her lying ass friend.

Meanwhile, we learned that every now and then Joc’s baby mamas all get together for a “meeting of the moms.” They each seem to hate the term baby mama, but oh well. You broke and/or forgot the condom; live with the colloquialism. One of the women is actually Joc’s legal wife, though. Why are they not divorced, especially given that Joc knocked up two women after her at the same damn time? Your guess is as good as mine. During their annual harem meeting, Joc appeared with his latest boo thang, Khadiyah. This infuriated Joc’s fourth baby mama, Sina.

Sina called Khadiyah a “homewrecker” despite the reality that she carried a married man’s seed at the same time as another woman not legally married to him. It’s as if she owns a mirror, but refuses to accept the reflection. How Rachel Dolezal of her.

Sina threw a temper tantrum and had to get a pep talk from Joc’s wife. Then more bickering took place between the women only for Joc to dismiss his girlfriend and sponsor. This is the strangest shit ever.

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After realizing that neither of them was the enemy in this situation, Mimi, along with Nikko’s seemingly estranged wife, Margeaux, decided to band together and take down the real villain: Nikko, the wannabe Stevie J. So, Mimi’s friend Ariane then placed Nikko in a headlock as Margeaux and Mimi took turns punching him in the stomach. You don’t want to advocate violence ever or whatever, but really, didn’t he have it coming? After security broke up the fight, Margeaux, Mimi, and Ariane all proceeded to sing their favorite men ain’t shit songs from the 1990s.

Just kidding. That would’ve made way too much sense for this show. In actuality, Mimi was her typical confrontational self and picked a fight with Margeaux. Margeaux was amused by Mimi’s antics, and to be fair, was rather provoking. The only person who realized that Mimi and Margeaux should not have been arguing was Ariane, who has long known that Nikko wasn’t shit. Still, I chuckled like hell when Mimi told Margeaux about the sex tape she shot with her husband: “I think what you’re mad about is that you’re not reaping the benefits of the sex tape, sweetheart.”

And this particular one Mimi made in her confessional: “I screwed your husband for two years, took the sex tape money straight to the bank while you were chained somewhere in Nikko’s basement.”

What was so funny about those comments and pretty much every other one Mimi made in her exchange with Margeaux is that during the first season of Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta, this is how Joseline spoke to her (only in a mesh of Ebonics, Spanish, and varying degrees of regional slang). Yet, Joseline is the “whore,” “slut,” and “slut ass bitch.” Well, well, Mimi. Look whose feathers continue to fly so fucking high.

After Mimi flew into her coup, Margeaux calmly spoke to Ariane. Ariane may not totally buy Nikko’s version of events, but she’s always been skeptical of Mimi’s lil’ fable about making homemade porn with her married boyfriend that “got into the wrong hands” and later jumped on board for the money. Mimi would later tell Ariane that apparently Nikko recorded all of their phone conversations—which is not creepy at all—​and she has no idea what’s on the tapes. Am I watching Scandal? Is Mimi’s senate campaign doomed now unless Huck dismembers Nikko?

At this point, I’d rather Nikko just fall into a well (Margeaux can stay for a short while after) and go away forever, but I will say I do not believe Mimi so I will tolerate this as long as the truth comes out by the end of it. Shut up. I can dream.

Keeping with the theme of “watch who you bed, beloved,” we were “treated” to more drama from Atlanta’s worst married couple: Rasheeda and Kirk. While “driving” to Ashley’s “promo spots” in Alabama, Yung Joc calls Kirk about the auction Rasheeda set up that he clearly didn’t know about. Upon receiving the intel, Kirk “turns the car around” and heads back to the auction with Ashley in tow.

Why the quotations? Well, if you look closely into the scene of Kirk and Ashley in the car, that shit looks like it’s parked at a Waffle House or Walmart. Maybe they did a Kardashian-style reshoot, but something seems amiss. I am not an investigative reporter, though, so whatever. As soon as Kirk arrived, a fight ensued among Rasheeda, Ashley, and Rasheeda’s mama, Ms. Shirley. Shirley is always looking for a knife fight, so I’m not surprised she was ready to rumble.

You know, there was a point when Ashley told Rasheeda, “It’s not my fault he cheated on you.” The girl is overeager, and, yes, has been disrespectful, but she’s not wrong.

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There is a certain sect of Christians so uptight I doubt even the hand of God could loosen them up. Whenever any reality show, or excuse me, “docu-series,” related to the faith surfaces, there is uproar. These are the people who launch campaigns to cancel shows like Oxygen’s Preachers of LA or even the TV Land sitcom Soul Man. Needless to say, upon word of Lifetime’s Preach, which chronicles the lives of four “prophetesses” and their mentees, it’s not surprising to see charges that the women are “exploiting the gospel” and “making a mockery” of prophetic ministry and subsequent calls of its axing.

However, if you watch the series premiere, which airs on Friday at 10/9 C, you’ll see that while there may be showmanship (the series features both the “Beyoncé” and the “blue-eyed soul” of ministry), it’s more substance than spectacle. These women believe in their gifts – i.e. to see catastrophes like Hurricane Katrina before they happen or to bring back people from the dead. Whether or not you believe them is another story.

We spoke with the show’s stars – Belinda Scott, Taketa Williams, Linda Roark, Kelly Crews – on sexism in the clergy, motivation to do the show, looming skepticism, and what Preach might do for millennials.

EBONY: Have you been met with sexism as you rose in your career and if so, was there any particular instance that stuck out to you? Like trying to break this “stain glass ceiling” as they refer to it on the show.

Linda: On several occasions, but in one particular was a Baptist man. I was just starting my ministry and I went out asking local churches if there were any extra chairs they would like to get rid of and the Baptist man had ask me what were they for, and as I began to tell him he immediately look at me and said women are not to suppose to preach. I began to tell him scriptures in the Bible, but he wasn’t having. Needless to say I walked away without any chairs. But that didn’t stop me I’m still preaching the gospel.

Dr. Belinda: About 15 years ago I started receiving letters from an unnamed source that was saying things like you shouldn’t be in the pulpit, you shouldn’t be in the pulpit, you shouldn’t be in the pulpit. I pay no attention to the letters at first, but then they became very, very violent and saying that women shouldn’t be doing this and they explained themselves. They didn’t give a real name but they explained themselves as being “a Christian, a man of God,” and this that and the other. I gave the letters over to the local police authorities who then turned them over to the FBI. Come to find out that it was an individual who really, really hated women in ministry and they handled it from there.

EBONY: What was your motivation to do the show?

Dr. Belinda: To be someone they can look up to say, “If Dr. Belinda can do it, then I can do it.” That’s my personal motivation as well as my spiritual motivation. To see women encouraged. I don’t just encourage women; I encourage men as well, men prophets and all of that. But it’s definitely to be an encouragement to people in life to be who they have been called to be, to be where they are supposed to be regardless of their gender.

Dr. Taketa: Initially, I shunned the idea of being a part of the reality show because of the stigmas that are associated with such type of work. However, I remembered a prophecy my husband gave me over 20 years now and he told me that my prophetic voice, not just my voice but my prophetic voice, my voice as a prophet would reach into Hollywood and I would begin to bless people with my gift. He told me that over 20 years ago.

Kelly: It took a while. It was a lot of praying and reading contracts. I just believe that people will be touched and that God will be glorified and that he will be able to portray us being his instruments in Earth.

EBONY: In the same way cast members of Preachers of L.A. were criticized, I imagine some church folks will feel a way about you doing reality TV. What do you say to say to those who might scrutinize your decision to do reality television?

Linda: I would just let them know everybody is entitled to their opinion, but that there opinion does dictate to what I know God is calling me to do and that is to take the gospel outside the four walls of the church.

Kelly: Well, I think that at this point I don’t have to validate their opinion. I feel that God has given me the green light. I am here to please God and I am not here to please people. I was just telling another lady, I said when Nehemiah was doing his job in Earth and he was rebuilding the wall and people kept intimidating and trying to tell him he wasn’t, you know, you are not supposed to do that or whatever. He looked at them and said why should I respond to the likes of you? That wasn’t an arrogant answer. It was just that I am confident in who God has created me to be. I am choosing to live outside of the opinions of people and be who God has created me to be in the Earth.

EBONY: Do you have any specific advice to women who want to be ordained?

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When I found out that FOX decided to finally end the run of American Idol, my immediate thought was, “Where is the gun that’s putting the show out of its misery? I’d like to use it on The Voice next.” I used to watch Idol several years ago, but made a conscious effort to forget all about it post-peak existence, sans Nicki Minaj and Mariah Carey bitching each other out (and breaking my heart in the process). However, I never really got into The Voice.

I hate the stupid chair thing. It’s like they do that under the pretense that looks don’t matter and the judges have some “element of surprise.” Get the fuck out of here. It’s a big-budgeted talent show. It’s no less gimmicky and over produced than any of the other shows like it. If you think some big goofy chair slowly turning around makes The Voice that much different, you probably think tossing on some Old Spice will hide someone’s summery must.

One thing Idol can and will forever hold over The Voice is that it has actually produced successes in music. It may not live up to that promise anymore, but Kelly Clarkson is still going strong. The same can be said of Carrie Underwood. Fantasia will forever have booking on the Tom Joyner cruise and various black award shows. Actually, she can likely continue touring for the rest of her life, too. There are also losers like Jennifer Hudson and Adam Lambert, who despite not winning the show, clearly continue to win.

Even Clay Aiken might eventually score some job as a political pundit on some horrible cable news show. I don’t know, maybe they’ll at least let him hum every now and again before pretending Hillary Clinton is Jesus in a pantsuit.

Can The Voice say the same? No, no, no. That is the main reason why I don’t like the show: For all its spinning chairs, big name celebrities brought in as judges and mentors, this show has not created a single star. If it cannot live up to its purpose, what is the point anymore?

Pop quiz: Name all of the winners of The Voice. Name their debut albums. Name their best-performing song. When the members of MoKenStef can legitimately argue that they’ve had more success in music than the winner of some hugely popular TV show, it’s a problem.

I’ve read “Where Are They Now?” articles about the winners, and they don’t offer the kind of endings that would make Walt Disney smile. In fact you should probably be lifting them all in prayer. The show’​s inaugural winner, Javier Colon, told BuddyTV a year after his win in 2011 that he separated from his label due to lack of support. He apparently now performs shows at “intimate venues across the country.” The second season winner, former Alicia Keys background singer Jermaine Paul, is…I have no clue, but Alicia should’ve hooked up him with some Swizz Beatz tracks. Season five winner Tessanne Chin dropped an album that debuted with only 7,000 copies sold. Season six winner Josh Kaufman got a job on Broadway. Where’s the album, though?

These winners would’ve done better taking their $100,000 award and investing it into a Popeye’s franchise.

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In the behind the scenes clip from what will surely be regarded as her legendary cover of the July issue of Vanity Fair, Caitlyn Jenner reflects on her former life as Bruce Jenner before concluding, “Caitlyn doesn’t have any secrets. Soon as the Vanity Cover comes out, I’m free.”

Free and brave. Free and unapologetic. Free and stunning. Free and already not only slaying, but scene stealing. If you recall, Caitlyn’s stepdaughter, Kim Kardashian, revealed that she was pregnant with her second child yesterday. Mazel tov to them and all that, but Caitlyn is officially the new Beyoncé of that family.

Did Caitlyn intentionally plan to steal Kimmy’s thunder? I’m not sure, but I do know Kim Kardashian will have several months to tell us about her pregnancy and even more thereafter to discuss how she got her body back to being ready for more selfies and nude photo shoots. She’ll be alright. If anything, Kim is probably making sure Caitlyn doesn’t embarrass herself or the family with her clothing choices.

To wit, Kim has already excitedly tweeted the cover, writing: “Caitlyn Jenner for Vanity Fair Annie Leibovitz! How beautiful! Be happy, be proud, live life YOUR way!” I doubt Kim feels competitive until Caitlyn lands a Vogue cover anyway.

As far as the spelling of Jenner’s name — Caitlyn with a C as opposed to a K — that is clearly intentional. That entire family is obsessed with the letter K, but now that Caitlyn has her own show on the horizon, the more she separates herself from them, the better off she is.

When it comes to the cover itself, all I have to say is “Kitty on fleek. Pretty on fleek.” If you were in Harlem, you probably heard me shout, “PUSH THROUGH, SIS” in a coffee shop. Look, Diane Sawyer insinuated to Caitlyn that she couldn’t really tip out here and slay the girls because at her age, women’s fashion is blase. You told her, Caitlyn.

Okay, now that we’ve spoken on all of the great things, I have to focus on a few things. I saw this AP headline via Twitter: “Bruce Jenner makes debut as a transgender woman in a va-va-voom cover for the July issue of Vanity Fair.” No. No. No. A much better header would’ve been: “@Caitlyn_Jenner makes debut on July cover of Vanity Fair. Quickly considered bad bitch in first place.”

You’re welcome.

From this day forward, it is not Bruce, it is Caitlyn. Likewise, you do not refer to Caitlyn Jenner as a he, but “she.” Caitlyn is here so the pronouns ought to be clear.

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When it comes to the maturation of rappers, I have more faith that Rick Santorum and the pope will go half on my gay-wedding gift than that most emcees will age gracefully.

There are a few rappers who have done so—Queen Latifah and Ice Cube come to mind—but they don’t actively release rap albums anymore. Jay Z fancies himself more of a businessman than a musician nowadays, and even in the latter context, he still wants to be perceived as cool (not that there’s anything wrong with that). T.I. is a family man who still wants to rap like a bachelor … who lives in the trap. Rick Ross will be 40 next year, and his tales of drug dealing (fictional times, mind you) will feel really old in due time.

The men are far worse offenders than many of the ladies of hip-hop, but in earnest, Lil’ Kim’s aesthetic continues to have an identity crisis, Da Brat still dresses like it’s 1995 and I don’t know where Foxy Brown is. Do you?

Surprisingly, the man who’s become a solid example of how to age as a rapper in a way that feels both natural and fitting is Snoop Dogg. His most recent release, Bush, is more grown-up funk than mumbling hip-hop (see Young Thug and Fetty Wap).

On how the Pharrell-produced project was born, Snoop explains to New York Times writer Jon Caramanica, “There’s a void for that style of music. I think if rap never came out, I’d have been a R&B singer.”

The Atlantic’s Spencer Kornhaber disputes this, noting that such sounds have been “one of the biggest trends in pop in the past few years,” and going on to add, “Snoop’s not filling a need; he’s providing more of what’s recently proven to be a hot commodity.”

This is where the lens through which you view something matters. For starters, Snoop is not Robin Thicke or Daft Punk. He’s a 43-year-old black man named Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr. from Long Beach, Calif. A man who, for much of his career, has rocked perms and curls. In releasing Bush and embracing the “Uncle Snoop” moniker, Snoop is just fulfilling a destiny that many of us black folks meet after a certain age: the uncle or auntie stage of our lives.

With Bush, Snoop basically made a hip-hop Gap Band album. It’s the audio answer to linen pants and cookouts, something I might two-step to while asking for a fish sandwich and an extra slice of peach cobbler. It is glorious in that respect. Although Snoop could have rapped a lil’ bit more on the album, it’s 2015, and most of these rappers are singing off-key and spouting a bunch of gibberish anyway. In that respect, he fits right in.

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There’s an obnoxious Twitter feed called Shady Music Facts, which does a wonderful job of feeding material to stans of various pop stars who like to slander each other’s favorite artists with the fun facts provided. The practice itself is not new. Before social media, people engaged in this habit by way of Internet message boards. Blame my mama for introducing me to this pastime as a teenager by way of not letting me go party in middle and high school.

In any event, I see these tweets inserted into my timeline damn near every single day, only I will say it reminds me of something I had already known: Though she might be a pop cultural deity, and continues to be wildly successful and influential, Beyoncé has not had a major solo pop hit all decade. Yes, “Drunk in Love” made it No. 2 on the Hot 100, but Jay Z hopped on the coattails of that obvious hit, thus meaning she didn’t go it alone.

Sample tweets from this feed about such reality include, “Despite not reaching #1, ‘FourFiveSeconds’ peaked higher than Beyoncé’s last FIVE singles.”

And: “BEYONCÉ era: 1 Top 3 single. 1989 era…so far: 2 #1 singles + a top 10 single.”

Also: “Thanks to Lady Gaga, ‘Telephone’ is the best selling song thatBeyoncé has featured on this decade.”

Plus: “Rihanna has managed to achieve six #1 singles since Beyoncé last had her #1 single in 2008.”

Although these facts are irrefutable, context is key, and once you’re clued in on that, you realize how much more remarkable Beyoncé’ssuccess this decade is. Taylor Swift is an industry unto herself, but the same can be said of Beyoncé—and really, Beyoncé’s stature overall still arguably overrides hers. Swift may as well be the Team Captain of the celebrity wing of the Beyhive.

As for Lady Gaga, well, you remember ARTPOP, don’t you?

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As it stands now, Tyga’s biggest consequence from dating the still very much a minor Kylie Jenner will be really bad casting on a future episode of Law & Order: SVU chronicling their relationship.

Seemingly aware of this reality, Tyga is reportedly gloating about it. The 25-year-old rapper is said to be “defiant” about his relationship with the youngest Jenner sister. Per TMZ, Tyga “doesn’t care about the laws prohibiting adults from having sex with minors.” So we’ve noticed.

In his mind, Tyga apparently feels that Kylie is “more mature than most adults.” Tyga must not know many people his age group and up. His rationale, though, is that she is a millionaire who runs a business and owns her home. Considering Tyga’s upper middle class background, the taxes his parents paid in year’s past should’ve made sure he went to good schools who taught students how to think critically.

Sure, Kylie has a business, but it’s a business run majorly through her mother and secured through the popularity of her older sister, Kim Kardashian. Such is the point of New York Times magazine profile of the Kardashian matriarch, aptly entitled “Where Would the Kardashians Be Without Kris Jenner?” As writerTaffy Brodesser-Akner notes with respect to the family’s very long list of successes, “The thing is, no one in her family knew what they were doing until Kris took charge.”

Tyga may genuinely like Kylie albeit illegally, but basing that allure on “maturation” is a joke. She’s not running the show; she’s merely a part of it. Now he’s enjoying the perks of jumping on the bandwagon. This is what Kanye West was alluding to in an interview with Power 105.1’s The Breakfast Club/ “I think he got in early, I think he was smart,” he disgustingly said. “They’re closer in age than a lot of relationships I know. I knew Tyga was smart, you know.”

Considering Kanye West has a thing for molding the women in his life, I imagine he would think Tyga “getting in early” would be “smart.” I’d love to see how “smart” he finds the man who may one day try this on his own daughter.

Regardless of what Tyga is said to feel about Kylie’s “maturity,” he has known her since she was a child. There is footage from the show of a then 14-year-old Kylie Jenner flirting with Tyga. That family can try to spin this all they’d like, but there’s something wrong with an adult man dating a teenager that he got closer to because his baby mama used to be BFFs with her older sister.

Unfortunately, none of this matters because TMZ highlights exactly why Tyga “doesn’t give a f*** about what the law says”: the police cannot do anything about it. They won’t investigate a statutory rape claim unless someone complains, and thus far, no one has. I wouldn’t expect Kylie’s mother to say anything ever. In her NYT mag profile, it is explained that Kris Jenner met her first husband, Robert Kardashian, when she was 17 while he was “a lawyer 11 years her senior.” This is probably the part in which people will counter, “See! See! It’s common.” What’s common and what’s right are not always intertwined.

Even so, as far as them being a couple, that is settled. That cannot be changed. What can and should, however, is how we collectively discuss their relationship.

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Should a camera crew be following someone in rehab? My instinct says, “fuck no,” but if we’re being fair to all parties involved with Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta, I’d rather watch Stevie J recite Instagram inspirational word memes he learned in group therapy than deal with most of the other men on this show. So would you.

The episode launched with the sight of Stevie J strumming his guitar as he awaited a visit from Joseline. Stevie J informs the Puerto Rican Princess that he has to dedicate his next year to sobriety, which means she can’t be smoking weed anymore. Joseline astutely noted that she shouldn’t have to give up her love of the grass cause his piss in a cup keeps setting off alarms within law enforcement. I know that when you love someone, you’re supposed to sacrifice for them because that’s what people in a relationship do, blah, blah, bullshit, but no weed? No thank you.

Joseline would go on to inform Stevie J that her and Mimi won’t be braiding Ava’s hair together, so he can kindly stop asking him to make amends with that broken woman still upset that he no longer wants a relationship with her. Speaking of people who won’t be kicking it anytime soon, Karlie Redd and Rasheeda had a confrontation over the confrontation at Karlie’s store opening that took place a week ago. You know, I don’t really feel any strong way about Rasheeda on this show besides her looking like the female version of Superfly Jimmy Snucka, but I will say she was dead wrong last night.

Listen, Rasheeda, you did not have good intentions when you brought Erica to Karlie’s store opening. You did not want them to make amends because if you did, you would’ve organized a dinner with no food at a later date like a real neutral ass reality show cast member would have. What you did was go to fuck shit up. So be it, but own it. 

Rasheeda did not, opting instead to bash Karlie Redd. At one point, Karlie said, “K. Michelle was right about you.” Well, she did not tell a lie there based on that scene. The two then had a Sheree and NeNe type verbal exchange. I’m going to go with Karlie for this round given she told Rasheeda, “CNN was at my motherfucking event. Name the last time CNN been at yo’ shit.” And outside, Karlie yelled, “Get in the fucking car cause you ain’t shit.”

All Rasheeda did was call Karlie messy, lame, and made an AARP reference. Girl, you’re messy for what you did last week; you’re still married to Kirk Frost and you bite Shawty Lo’s flow so how’s all that for lame; as for age, umm, you’re not exactly the freshest peach in the pile either, beloved.

In related delusional lame news, Nikko is back despite my prayers that all footage with him will be lost in the editing bay. Nikko’s estranged wife, Margeaux, has moved to Atlanta—in the same building as Nikko. During a conversation, Nikko claims he made a “blood pact” with Mimi to lie about the origins of their porn. Margeaux believes him because she seems gullible as hell. Lift that sucker in prayer, y’all.

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urlCiara’s inconsistency fascinates me. On one end, you want to cheer any artist willing to forgo formula for the sake of innovation. However, sometimes trying new things feels more rooted in cynicism than creativity. Like they’re simply trying whatever, hoping something sticks. Whatever the case, where you land on Ciara’s sixth new album, Jackie, likely depends on what kind of artist you think Ciara should be at this stage in her career.

For some, her very well done but commercially underappreciatedeponymous fifth album is her sweet spot. I quite enjoy that album, which was led by the fantastic “Body Party” but perhaps fizzled under the better-seen-on-stage-than-heard-on-the-radio “I’m On” with Nicki Minaj. That was the Georgia peach I remember from the days she kept her goodies locked in the jar. Sonically, that is the Ciara I prefer to hear.

If you are in agreement with me, then you may not enjoy Jackie as much as other fans since it doesn’t offer much of that Ciara. The album gives a mishmash of sounds found on a So So Def Bass All-Stars compilation album, hints of electro, and one too many slower numbers to my liking. Some songs somewhat harken back to the Ciara of yore. There is the track “Fly,” which is like the offspring of “1, 2 Step” and one of those inspirational songs R. Kelly used to do in the 1990s. It’s a track for the club, only not the kind I’d go to.

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