Two words came to my mind after watching Nicki Minaj’s bizarre exorcism hip-hop performance (click at your own risk) on last night’s Grammy Awards: talentless and coward.
From a mock confession, to the use of our sacred music (O Come Let us Adore Him), to an altar boy knelt in prayer between the legs of a half-dressed dancer, the Grammy’s confirmed America’s last acceptable prejudice.
When it was over, the host, LL Cool J smoothly introduced the next act without even the slightest comment.
Sadly, there’s nothing new about pop stars combining sex and Catholic imagery. True, Madonna lost a Pepsi contract for donning stigmata and dirty dancing with St. Martin de Porres in a music video (click at your own risk). But that was more than 20 years ago and hundreds of “artistic” affronts against the Catholic Church later.
By now, Catholics are used to these insults. Crucifixes in urine, defaced Madonnas, and tasteless jokes about our beloved pope. When offended, we complain to each other in emails. We pray for our kids and the state of what passes for culture these days. And we hope for at least a press release from Bill Donohue of the Catholic League the next day.
There’s nothing avant garde or artistically brave about attacking the Church.
The Catholic Church doesn’t issue fatwas.