In reality, it’s the male fans that are the problem. In the club, it’s these guys that push past the velvet ropes and harass the artist when he’s trying to get his drink on and/or flirt with the ladies. At the in-store signing it’s these guys that turn up, sweaty and nervous, and dominate the artist’s time. At the show, it’s these guys that hang around at the backstage door and ambush the artist when he tries to break out.
But you’ll never get rappers to admit it. (Aside from a choice “I ain’t trying to be rude dude, but why don’t you disappear?” outburst here and there.) For one, no rapper wants to alienate his fan base, which is—let’s be honest—80% jock-riders. For two, because of the Yes Hetero rule (or as Kris Ex has aptly renamed it, the No Whatever Whatever rule). And for three, because most rappers are generally decent people and they don’t want to shit on someone who is obviously sort of sad and lonely. (Either that or they are trying to avoid having one of these male groupies snap in a Hustle & Flow-type moment and pistol whip them in the men’s room.)
I’ve been wanting to write an article on male groupies for a while. But generally the response I get from rappers on this matter is a vague, “I mean, I don’t really have that problem with my fans.” This is usually said through clenched teeth as Stan himself approaches and hovers expectantly, waiting for the rapper to acknowledge his presence/receive his demo tape/listen to him gush/nod while he relays intensely personal stories about the impact of said rapper’s music. “See,” the rapper will insist, despite being visibly uncomfortable. “Dudes are cool.”