Nicki Minaj is in Marie Claire this month, talking about her fans (“Barbz”; it’s plural), her personae (intentionally dimmed for American Idol audiences), her ambitions (acting, motherhood), all with her default, cryptic intelligence. Taking questions from the Barbz on Twitter, Minaj says she does not have a boyfriend. Not even her tabloid/red carpet sidekick Safaree Samuels, who is either the longest-suffering secret spouse ever or the most dedicated hypeman/assistant/beard ever. She says:
“Ask Nicki about her secret boo,” commands @thedailyarse, while @lesliereloaded is more blunt: “Who is your secret man?” This is the moment when Minaj falls out laughing. When her giggles subside, she talks directly to her fans, whom she calls her Barbz. “Barbz, I officially hate you for doing this to this lady,” she tells them, leaning into my tape recorder. “Dear Barbz: I don’t have a man. And if he were a secret man, why would I reveal him?”
Regardless, Minaj has advice for those in search of a man, secret or otherwise:
“Don’t chase any man. Put your school first. Men love independent women. You don’t have to be a bitch, but there’s nothing wrong with it at times. And: Men are kids at heart. They want to be nourished and pet like a dog.”
