Give It
Watched Shirin David’s new video and couldn’t stop watching. Gib ihm
—give it. She’s giving it, grinding on expensive studio floors in clothes that barely exist, rapping about money and sex and not caring what anyone thinks, which is a funny thing to broadcast if you don’t care, but that’s the whole trick, isn’t it.
She used to be the nice one, the DSDS judge defending talentless dreamers. Now she’s a different thing entirely—like someone took Helene Fischer’s respectability, Nicki Minaj’s sexuality, and the raw energy of some vodka-stealing street girl and merged them into one person. More hips than human. That’s the actual image in the video: her body as the primary subject, moving like it’s the only thing that matters.
The song is all flex. Nicki Minaj comparisons, designer names (Victoria’s Secret under Valentino), cash, attitude. I’m not half-naked, just half-dressed.
As if the distinction matters. Nails longer than shorts. Thick limousines. Taking men’s money, making their exes jealous. It’s crude and horny and unapologetic, and you can feel the intentionality of every frame—this is designed to get reactions, and it works, and she knows it works.
What gets me is the line about the outfit: not daring, but necessary.
That’s honest in a weird way. This isn’t self-expression anymore; it’s the only option available to her now. You can see her leaning into it, not resisting, actually committing to the bit harder than most people commit to anything. There’s a confidence there that’s either real or so practiced it doesn’t matter.
Half the comments are people calling her names. The other half are just… watching. She’s clearly aware this will split people, and she doesn’t seem to care, which is the whole point. The sexuality, the body, the dance moves, the attitude—it’s all calculated to be exactly as provocative as possible, and that calculation is part of what makes it work.
I don’t know if there’s something feminist in there or if it’s just the mechanics of desire and performance. Maybe both. Maybe the distinction doesn’t matter anymore. What I know is I watched it twice, and I’m not entirely sure why.