Bim Adewunmi

For little girls in the 1980s and 1990s, Whitney Elizabeth Houston was everything. Her big hair, the seemingly heartfelt lyrics, her skinny little knees in a denim miniskirt, her powerhouse of a voice – she was the supreme living doll. I have not met a single woman of my generation – white, black, brown or whatever – who did not want to be her at some point. She was perfect.

And now, with her passing, a certain kind of pop star is gone for ever. Her mix of gospel vocals with unthreatening girly looks and attitude made parents comfortable – more than can be said for the likes of Rihanna.…  Seguir leyendo »