No, for real.
In 1989 it was on. Vicariously my burgeoning masculine identity grew through Latifah (and MC Lyte more on that later). She was tall. Brown. Thick. And smart. She was the epitome of feminist black nationalism for the hip hop generation. She had backup dancers. The Safari Sisters. Fuck being a tomboy if I could just be a girl/woman like her it wouldn’t even matter. I would have respect. That’s what she had. Respect.
I learned to embrace my history through the stories 90’s hip hop was telling I was a backpacker and Queen Latifah was the first lady of conscious rap.