Marcel Winatschek

That Lil Dicky Video

I like Kendall Jenner. She seems genuinely unbothered by the fame, the cameras, all of it—cool in a way that doesn’t try. Just someone who ended up in the Kardashian machinery and doesn’t seem to care if anyone thinks that’s impossible.

There’s this Lil Dicky music video. Kendall’s in it with Ed Sheeran, DJ Khaled, and Chris Brown, who beat Rihanna unconscious and then got her face tattooed on him (a choice). She sings straight-faced about her vagina. Not metaphorically. I’m Kendall Jenner, I have a vagina, I’m going to explore it. Narrating her own anatomy like a nature documentary, touching herself the whole time.

The absurdity is the thing. The video’s weird enough that her deadpan commitment to it becomes the point. No winking, no cleverness. Just doing it.

That’s what I respect about her. She doesn’t seem invested in convincing anyone of anything. She’ll sing about her own body on a Lil Dicky track and move on. That’s a freedom most people either don’t have or won’t let themselves take.