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Is Miley Cyrus masterminding pop culture right now? In a new MTV documentary chronicling the months leading up to Cyrus' much-talked about MTV Video Music Awards performance, nude "Wrecking Ball" video and accompanying Bangerz album, the pop star seems to be very conscious of the fallout and outraged reactions her tweaking would incite - in fact, she says, she planned for it.

"I just needed to let go of the past in a way," the button-pushing pop star says in Miley: The Movement, "so I felt like I could be the bad bitch I am."

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Spun off from her smash Disney show of the same name, her 2009 film, Hannah Montana: The Movie, ironically showed the title character (played by a long-haired Cyrus) getting ready to perform at a major awards show in New York City when her father (played by real-life dad Billy Ray Cyrus) forces her to go back home to Tennessee and her simple life there.

Cyrus, 20, further explains that her big leap into the adult world of foam fingers, nude-colored latex leotards and drugged-up teddy bears was the result of a very careful thought process.

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"You can watch that performance and think that's a hot mess," she says a few days after the show. "But it's a strategic hot mess. ...If I wanted a raunchy sex show, I wouldn't have been dressed as a damned bear."

"How many times have you seen this play out in pop?" she points out of past provocateurs on the VMAs stage. "Madonna's done it. Britney's done it."
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The "Wrecking Ball" singer even tells collaborator Spears, who pops by Cyrus' recording studio, that she wanted to shake up the VMAs, and more than that, pop culture.

"People take the VMAs so seriously," she tells the "Ooh La La" singer. "I want to come out and shoot a hot dog gun!"

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At one point in the documentary, Cyrus' Bangerz collaborator and good friend Pharrell also adds in his two cents on the "movement" that is Miley.

"Her dad is Billy Ray Cyrus, her godmother is Dolly Parton, and she grew up in the era when kids listen to hip-hop," he says. "People ask, 'Why is she twerking? Why is she doing this?' Because she's a product of America."

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Miley Cyrus Shed Disney Image to Become a "Bad Bitch"

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Is Miley Cyrus masterminding pop culture right now? In a new MTV documentary chronicling the months leading up to Cyrus' much-talked about MTV Video Music Awards performance, nude "Wrecking Ball" video and accompanying Bangerz album, the pop star seems to be very conscious of the fallout and outraged reactions her tweaking would incite - in fact, she says, she planned for it.

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Amber Levonchuck was born on October 21, 1983 in Philadelphia, to Dorothy Rose and Michael Levonchuck. Her father is of Irish and Italian descent and her mother is of Cape Verdean African and maternal Scottish descent from Ayrshire. She has one brother named Antonio Hewlett. Rose grew up in South Philadelphia.

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Amber Rose: How I Learned to Stop Caring What People Think

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Amber Rose: How I Learned to Stop Caring What People Think

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Amber Rose: How I Learned Not to Care What Others Think

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The model and social-media influencer didn't always let negativity roll off her back.

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COMMENT, THUMBS UP, LIKE, FAVORITE, SHARE, and SUBSCRIBE! INSTAGRAM: http://instagram.com/johnluuu INSTAGRAM: http://instagram.com/johnluuurandom TWITTER: http://twitter.com/johnluuu FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/JohnLuuu My VLOGGING Channel: http://m.youtube.com/user/JohnLuuuVlogs If we didn't look bad, sorry about it, we were messing around during the end slow option part. We couldn't help it, haha

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Paper Magazine

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Rose: “What Guys Like:

1. Girls who can hang with the guys — and, sad but true — play video games — but who can still be very feminine.

2. Girls who don’t get jealous or weird.

3. Girls who have good manners and aren’t always burping and cussing like a guy.

4. Girls who are put together but not afraid to get messy in the bedroom.

5. Girls who aren’t afraid to treat them on a date or give a little gift.”

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10 pieces of advice Amber Rose gives readers in 'How to Be a Bad Bitch'

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'Don't avoid getting seconds of food if you're still hungry. From my own experience, a lot of guys find it very attractive.'

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Music has seen a boom of "tough" white girls who have gone against the grain, been bad "role models," capitalized on their physical assets, and have rapped or sung about rebellion and hard times.

Talent like Iggy Azalea, Miley Cyrus, Kreayshawn, and Lil' Debbie have gone to great lengths to craft their image, sound, and stage game. If you want to be the next white girl who people ask, "Who dat?" take note of these essential brand building must-haves to step in and share the spotlight.

1. Show off your ass as much as possible
Whether you're twerking your flat ass on-stage, wearing booty hugging spandex pants, or dancing next to J.Lo in a video called "Booty," you MUST show off and use your ass as much as possible.

2. Rock the oily skin look
Blotting wipes are your enemy. No white girl who really wants to get in the game keeps their skin matte. Maybe the oily look is personal preference, laziness, or something for gutter slumming street cred, but keep it greasy for longevity.

Check out what Lil' Debbie has to say about da "natural glow."

3. Keep your mane slick
Fuck soft waves, festival style braids, or whimsical little pixie cuts. Slicked back hair is the only acceptable way to wear your hair, the greasier the better. Oily skin deserves to be complimented by equally oily hair. Duh.

4. Wear Gold
Silver doesn't cut it. Gold says, MONEY, CLASS, STYLE. Bonus points if you get gold grillz.

5. Have a sex scandal for the tabloids to obsess over
Regardless if you have a sex tape, a rumor is enough to make you legit. Or if a sex tape isn't your thing, date someone the bible belt won't approve of.

6. Have an enemy in the industry
Make sure someone doing the same thing as you is your enemy. No one can say they really "made it" until they are publicly dissed by an insecure, jealous peer.

Lil' Debbie hates Miley Cyrus: "That bitch ruins everything for me, fucking everything."

Lil' Debbie hates Iggy Azalea: "Iggy's poppin' now, but I mean, you know my thoughts on Iggy. Beautiful girl. Looks great. Stunning. Her voice irritates the fuck out of me."

Kreayshawn hates Lil' Debbie: "You wanna act like a victim but the real reason why you got x'd is cuz you lied to me and used me for months." (Kreayshawn's tweet to Lil' Debbie after she kicked her out of White Girl Mob)

Miley Cyrus hates everyone who hates her: "They're just jealous of me."

7. Have your music be about rebellion and hard times
It's ok if you grew up in a privileged household and don't actually know what it's like to survive on food stamps or make money mopping floors. Channel yourself back to the days when you hated your mom for insisting you do chores before watching Lizzie McGuire and write a song like, "We Can't Stop." All the ass shaking, glow of your oily skin, and twitter fights will distract your fans from the truth of your not-so-bad upbringing.

8. Tattoos, Tattoos, Tattoos!
Nothing says "rebel" like permanently inking yourself with quotes, career making milestones, and portraits of beloved family members. If you can't afford one, a stick n' poke will be good enough until you have money to get it professionally covered up.

9. DGAF about eating junk food in public
You should freely eat junk food like a BOSS in public. The worse it is for you, the better.

10. Dumb down your vocabulary and use slang terms 'erryday'
Making yourself sound kind-of uneducated is awesome for your image. It can serve as a sort-of smoke and mirrors to the whole "grew up in a good home" thing. Use symbols in place of letters, hashtag, and ALWAYS refer to yourself as: Classy, Expensive, and Deluxe.

Key terms to get you started: Who dat?, Ratchet, Bae, Erryday, Dafuq, Homey, Bad Bitch, Basic Bitch, Turnt Up, Sketch, Pu$$y, Ain't, Tho, Psh (this is best used with a hand to the face of whoever is trying to get a minute of your time for free).

Get it gUrl.

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Music has seen a boom of "tough" white girls who have gone against the grain, been bad "role models," capitalized on their physical assets, and have rapped or sung about rebellion and hard times. Talent like Iggy Azalea, Miley Cyrus, Kreayshawn, and Lil' Debbie have gone to great lengths to craft their image, sound, and stage game.

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Comment: Vincent • a year ago

For the people who are hating on this post, its a satire, its trying to point how a basic bitch wants to be a bad bitch by trying to copy a bad bitch and unconsciously becoming a bigger and more basic bitch, the irony of the basicness, you try to be less basic and you become even more basic. The key for being a bad bitch its to not try to be a bad bitch and be authentic, if you still a basic bitch, then your soul is just too basic, sorry, there is no cure for that.

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In the past I've taken pride in my basic-ness . That was until a relative told me I sounded like a Valley Girl, and I realized change was necessary. After much thought, I decided my true calling is to be a bad bitch. I opted to spend 30 days attempting to meet this goal. The following chronicles my journey.
Wednesday, October 15
I know this isn't going to be simple. Let's face it - I've been basic since before I knew what basic was (e.g., I insisted my mom bring me to get the "Rachel haircut" in 1995; quite a ridiculous request for a 9 year old). However, I'm fully committed to making this happen. By Thanksgiving, no one will even be able to recognize me.
Thursday, October 16
There's this jerky guy I thought was my soulmate, but according to my research, bad bitches don't let awful men consume their otherwise extraordinary lives, so screw him. Internet findings say I'll need to ditch my passion for finding my one true love and instead have a bunch of guys I rotate between. Looks like they'd technically be called "side pieces," I think. I'll also need to spend most nights in the club until I start getting some free stuff (bottles of Dom, "cash money", etc.) from said fellas.
Friday, October 17
I needed a serious detox, so I rummaged through my closet and pulled out every Free People item and anything pink. I found white capris lying around, and tossed those too, along with everything from Ann Taylor Loft and all faux pearls.
Saturday, October 18
I made a list of words and phases I'm not allowed to use anymore including yay, literally, fab, let's go get some margs, totally addicted, OMG, so psyched, ahhh this is my jam, cute, so cute and really cute.
Sunday, October 19
I'm at the brink of tears, as I'm regretting getting rid of my cable knit sweaters. Today's weather is perfect for a cable knit, an infinity scarf and Tory Burch flats.
Monday, October 20
To counter yesterday's depression, I went on a shopping spree. My most exciting purchase was a leather, studded jacket. I made a vow to no longer leave the house without red lipstick and a minimum of 5 pieces of gold jewelry.
Tuesday, October 21
I decided to organize a book club. I haven't informed the ladies yet, but our first book will be R eady to Die: The Story of Biggie Smalls Notorious B.I.G.
Wednesday, October 22
In college, my best friend and I had one main hobby, referred to as "doing whatever we want." I tried to channel this younger me and remember how great it felt not following rules. My new bad bitch mantra - do whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want.
Thursday, October 23
I have a big butt already, but I have to get it bigger. I will now be doing squats whenever I want, wherever I want.
Friday, October 24
I'd unconsciously trained my former basic brain to stick to salads, sushi and hummus appetizers when dining out. However today I learned from an expert source that, as a bad bitch, I'm allowed to eat whatever I want in public, including hotdogs. Seems kind of risqué, but IDGAF.
Saturday, October 25
I'm going to need cool tattoos soon. I'm considering getting two paw prints on my chest like Eve.
Sunday, October 26
I deleted all of my existing Pinterest boards and starting a new one called "Some Dope Shit."
Monday, October 27
I owned it today on the treadmill with a positive mindset. On mile four I started envisioning myself wearing tight black pants with a pleather side panel and spikey black heels walking into the bar with my crew as Pour it Up plays loudly in the background. That will be fire.
Tuesday, October 28
I want to learn everything imaginable so I can be smarter than the average human (in turn, enhancing my "boss" status). I went to the library and started reading every possible piece of non-fiction.
Wednesday, October 29
Now that I know everything about history, science, current affairs, and war, maybe I'll run for president. The sky is the limit for someone with this much game.
Thursday, October 30
My girls got together tonight to watch Dawson's Creek on Netflix which annoyed me. They know I'm trying to rid myself of this kind of basic shit, and I feel like they're just throwing it in my face. I'm not talking to them for 24 hours.
Friday, October 31
Halloween is basic AF. I'm throwing on my Brooklyn tee shirt from Joyce Leslie and taking my backpack of mixed beers over to a friend's house to protest.
Saturday, November 1
I built a bookshelf on my own today - a far stretch from my former self who relied on platonic male friends to assemble things. What's more, I went on to snake a drain, assemble a ramp, and replace a muffler.
Sunday, November 2
Haters can kiss my ass. I'm going to start giving the middle finger more often.
Monday, November 3
I flew down to Florida this morning, and had a completely accidental slip-up by posting a picture of a scenic view accompanied by a song lyric. One giant step backwards, but I'm staying positive.
Tuesday, November 4
I woke up with money on the mind. I bought a flatbrim hat that says "HOODRICH," which looks fly, if I do say so myself.
Wednesday November 5
I need to be more intimidating, so I'll have to stop smiling at everyone on the street. I'll swap the smiles out for confident winks at sexy men that pass. If they're not-so-sexy, they'll still get a hair flip or something.
Thursday, November 6
Today I experiencedthe worst hurdle I've had in weeks. Selena Gomez released a new song about her relationship with Justin Bieber. It's like God is trying to torture me. I let myself watch the music video, and I wanted to download the song, but resisted and instead downloaded some underground Kendrick Lamar beats.
Friday, November 7
I saw a ton of my Facebook friends sharing an '80's aerobic video that allegedly matches perfectly with Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off." I had an instinctive urge to watch it, but then just...didn't. Today is a good day.
Saturday, November 8
I might trade my cavalier king Charles spaniel in for a tougher breed, like a Rottweiler. I'll name the new dog Anthrax.
Sunday, November 9
I drank 14 long island iced teas, pounded several car bombs and then got thrown out of a bar. I have #nochill.
Monday, November 10
Turn down for brunch? I'm over it. I declined an invite for a booze-free meal today and instead mixed myself a giant cocktail in a slurpee cup and spent the afternoon getting my nails done in a pointy almond shape.
Tuesday. November 11
It's my last day in Florida and I don't care at all about getting tan. Rather, I'll spend time cutting a few shirts into crop tops, and spray-painting a beater with "GET $$."
Wednesday, November 12
Woke up, broke some hearts, went back to sleep.
Thursday, November 13
It's Day 30 and I think the transition is officially complete ! I couldn't be happier with how things have turned out. To celebrate, I will do my regular routine, which entails popping champagne and doing whatever the hell I want. If you need me, you can find me riding off into the sunset on a Harley. BYE FELICIAS!

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In the past I've taken pride in my basic-ness . That was until a relative told me I sounded like a Valley Girl, and I realized change was necessary. After much thought, I decided my true calling is to be a bad bitch. I opted to spend 30 days attempting to meet this goal.

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Thursday, January 14, 2016

Females have been called the derogatory term "bitches" for decades. After years of taking that word as an insult, women are finally starting to take ownership of it by calling themselves "bad bitches." What does it mean to be a bad bitch? It means you DGAF. It means that you care most that you like yourself and not that other people do. And it means that you GET YOURS. People respect you and you get things done. Beyoncé, Rihanna, Nicki Minaj, Miley Cyrus, Hilary Clinton... the list of bad bitches to learn from goes on and on.

Being a "bad bitch" doesn't come easily to everyone. It's not that simple to just do what you want and act confident about it! But instead of trying to please everyone and simply "fit in," consider finding your unique voice. What if you stopped letting people walk all over you and stood up for yourself? THAT WOULD BE CRAZY! I'll be the first to admit: I'm not a bad bitch. I worry incessantly what people think of me and am terrified of hurting someone's feelings. But every day I get closer and closer to owning who I am and realizing my potential as a woman. If someone calls me a bitch? GOOD. I welcome it. Maybe being a bitch isn't as bad as they make it out to be.

Ready to impress everyone? Here are 21 tips you need to know on how to be a bad bitch, according to Tumblr:
1. Remember the mantra:
3. Remind yourself of the truth:

4. Have a goal that you're always working towards. 5. Let Beyonce guide you: 6. Don't stop the hustle no matter what. 7. Pick yourself up when you're down instead of waiting for someone to make you feel better.

Cried for like three minutes then remembered that I'm a bad bitch

- Queen (@CaIiQueen) January 7, 2016

8. Have the right mindset no matter where you're going.

GO TO SCHOOL TODAY KICK ASS BE A BAD BITCH & SMILE ((((:

- maddie. (@maddiewelborn) January 7, 2016

9. Stop making excuses once and for all. 10. Don't be afraid to push people around.

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11. Get over it, no matter how much it hurts. 12. Never give up no matter how often you fail. 13. Make this your theme song: 14. Make sure everyone knows the truth about you. 15. Follow your heart. 16. Stay slaying everyone. 17. Know that you're way too good to be treated unfairly. 18. Act like a queen. 19. Never forget your worth. 20. Channel Miley when you feel down. 21. And when in doubt, remember: Are you a bad bitch? How do you know? Tell me in the comments below! Like this post? Follow the author Richelle Meiss on twitter, instagram, and youtube! 20 Things You Never Knew Actually Make You A Bitch

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21 Tips On How To Be A Bad Bitch, According To Tumblr - Gurl.com

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Females have been called the derogatory term "bitches" for decades. After years of taking that word as an insult, women are finally starting to take ownership of it by calling themselves "bad bitches." What does it mean to be a bad bitch? It means you DGAF.

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Amber Rose: How to be a Bad Bitch GQ Article

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Amber Rose wrote the book on it. No, seriously: Kanye's infamous ex, Wiz Khalifa's baby mama, America's toughest bald babe since Sigourney Weaver in Alien 3, is about to publish a book of life lessons called How to Be a Bad Bitch. Like Amber herself, it's all heart. Unlike Amber, it's not that thick! The teen stripper turned megalomaniac muse spoke to Carrie Battan about her beautiful dark twisted journey to the top

Every week, Amber Rose teaches her two-year-old son a new word. This week's word is technically not a word at all (TMZ will point this out after she's uploaded a video of her lesson to Instagram) but it comes in handy as we try to explain to him why I am here on a Sunday afternoon-a complete stranger lounging in the palatial master bedroom of Mommy's house in the Hollywood Hills. Both Nas and French Montana used to live here, Rose says. She still gets their mail.

"Hey Sebastian, what's the new word we learned this week?" Rose asks. "Con-ver-sate," says Sebastian, whose father is the rapper and stoner king Wiz Khalifa. Khalifa and Rose are in the middle of a messy divorce, but Rose, 32, still has a massive tattoo of his shit-eating grin on the back of her left arm. Sebastian-Bash or Bashie for short-peers up at us, looking a bit bored of the vocab quiz. "To engage in conversation," he says, and we erupt in cheers of approval. We revisit last week's word-translucent-and Rose holds up one of the bottles of water we've been chugging. "You can see through it," Sebastian says. Two for two. (Also translucent: the tanning bed in the corner of the bedroom, across from the decorative stripper pole.)

Rose pleads with Sebastian to come over to the couch and cuddle with her. After he obliges, she bows her exquisitely shaped head and he licks the top, like a lizard. "It tastes like pumpkin pie," he announces.

It's a sweet scene-as innocuous and adorable as parenting gets. But it also conjures, somewhat awkwardly, the very thing Rose has been trying for years to escape: her past with one particularly famous and influential man. (Hint: It's not Khalifa.) There is no way to watch Amber Rose's head being licked, even by her toddler son, without recalling the iconic Terry Richardson photo of Kanye West doing the same. Rose is so sick of talking about West-my ex, she calls him, never using his name-but right now she doesn't have to say a word for his ghost to appear.

That photo, published five years ago, captured Rose and West at the zenith of their crazy infatuation, looking sexier and more in love than anyone has looked, maybe ever, their pheromonal forces eradicating any inhibition. The head-licking photo is this generation's version of naked John nuzzling Yoko on the cover of Rolling Stone. If you've never seen it, I recommend blocking out some time before you Google it, because you will lose the next hour down a rabbit hole of Kanye-Amber image searching. One day, a decade or so from now, Sebastian will happen upon the head-licking photo and be really spooked by it.

Let's get this out of the way: Amber Rose is the most famous girlfriend in rap history. She went from the streets of South Philly to the stripper pole to the background of music videos to Kanye's arm, where she stayed for two of the most turbulent years of his career-the period following his mother's death in 2007, and the ambivalent reception to his post- Graduation follow-up, 808s & Heartbreak-all while becoming an object of fascination and lust among music fans and gossip blogs. Rose was in the audience watching in proud exasperation as West stormed the stage during Taylor Swift's VMA acceptance speech, and she was along for the disastrous media tour that followed. She was by his side as he went into self-imposed exile from the press. She was with him as he masterminded his own redemption story on My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, an album that rendered the demise of their borderline-pornographic relationship in hi-def. She has seen some shit. She has definitely heard some shit.

That all ended years ago, but somehow Rose has only grown more famous. And these days, she's on a mission to prove that there are more interesting things about Amber Rose than her entombed romance with the most interesting man in culture. After years of living as hip-hop arm candy and clickbait fetish object, she's emerged, defiantly single-ish and eager to spread her womanly gospel. She has inserted herself into today's pop-feminist moment, showing up on Amy Schumer's sketch show ("She's sick, she's dope," Rose says, "and she's a really good kisser") and at the MTV Video Music Awards in a getup with the hand-painted words GOLDDIGGER and WHORE, speaking out against anyone who's ever engaged in slut shaming. It's become her crusade-her post-Kanye-and-Wiz raison d'être. She's cultivated an activist streak, organizing an official Amber Rose-branded version of the SlutWalk, a march in protest of the societal forces that punish women for dressing sexily. At the event earlier this month, she broke down in tears telling the crowd her story, saying she wanted to forgive her famous exes for tearing her down before confessing: "It still hurts. That's why I'm up here crying. It still fucking hurts." And now she's publishing her manifesto: a self-help guide called How to Be a Bad Bitch, 256 pages of memoir and motivational stem-winding for Rose-minded aspirants. It includes the tale of how she came to shave her head at age 18, which she recounts as an act of defiant courage that altered the course of her life.

"I have my own house. I have a Ferrari. I have a Jeep. I have an Escalade. I have two Can-Ams. I have a beautiful son, two assistants, lawyers, business managers, management, and access to pretty much whatever I want," she says. "It does become intimidating for a man. I do feel more comfortable with someone who's living up to par with me."

As social lubricants go, cigarettes are out of fashion. "But I don't give a fuck," Rose says as we settle into the plastic chairs by her pool; Sebastian is playing inside with his grandmother. "I love smoking." This is the first of maybe a hundred times I'll hear her say she doesn't give a fuck, or has stopped giving a fuck. She lights up a Marlboro menthol. "I get to talking, I get to smoking. I'll get through this whole pack." Rose is good at creating a sense of intimacy, often calling people she's just met "babe" or "honey": "Need a light, babe?" "Pass me that ashtray, babe?"

Calling Amber Rose hot is like saying caviar is a good source of protein: It's technically true, but insufficient to capture her unique, otherworldly perfection. Rose is one of the few women in history who was meant to walk the earth with her head shaved. (The only others I can come up with are Grace Jones and Amber Rose's mom.) She has an unearthly glow-that tanning bed-and a laser-like gaze that somehow pierces her ever-present sunglasses. Today she's off-duty, bare-faced, and sporting an ankle-length white summer skirt with a matching crop top and bejeweled flip-flops. Without makeup, she looks even more surreal-like a character from a virtual-reality game who feeds on Swarovski crystals and male blood. She has described herself, accurately, as a "bald-headed alien."

When Rose gets to talking, she gets to smoking, which leads to preaching. She still has at least one thing in common with West. "I'm a motivational speaker," she says, and it's hard to tell exactly how serious she is. A little bit, at least: In recent months, she's given a college lecture, where she tried to reframe the idea of female sexuality to impressionable young men. Here by the pool, she gives me the monologue: I know before you guys got in here, you had conversations with your friends, like: "Why would I go listen to Amber talk? She's only famous because she fucked Kanye...who the fuck wants to listen to her?"

"It's a fair point," she admits. "I get it. But now that you're here, we're gonna really talk about slut shaming. I really want you guys to sit down and think about the act that your mother had to do with your father in order to have you. Really, fully understand that your mother is a sexual being. Is she a ho?"

However absurd it may read on paper-"I go a little beyond," she concedes-it is convincing to hear. Rose, like many women's-studies majors before her, wants everyone to understand the maddening double bind that women face: Why does the world value women as sexual objects but then tear them down for enjoying their own sexuality? This question is central to Rose's 2015 brand. It worked during her pitch meeting with Simon & Schuster, which she walked into worrying that a stodgy publishing house might not get her jilted, twerking feminist-mom thing. But when she arrived and saw that the table was filled with women, she felt a surge of confidence. She thought to herself: I fucking got this. She asked the women: Have you ever been cheated on with a woman who was less attractive? They began telling stories.

"As a woman, it's like...fuck! You have to act like a nun for a guy to respect you. And even if you do wait to have sex and you're very comfortable and you do exactly what you want to do in that moment, you have to be very careful because you don't want to be looked at as a ho," she says, exasperated. "How do you win? You do exactly what you want to do. And if it doesn't work out, then he's just not meant for you."

I ask if there's a specific event that emboldened her to speak up rather than shrink away. She thinks for a moment. "I've been slut shamed by both of my exes, you know?"

In Khalifa, it seemed as though Rose had found a sweet, dopey antidote to West. She told interviewers that it was true love this time. ("Exes never change," West wrote on Twitter.) But shortly after Sebastian was born, Rose says she walked in on Khalifa cheating on her in spectacular fashion, with a set of twins. (Khalifa has denied this.) The spats and the gossip machine started up again, and Khalifa joined the chorus of voices publicly dismissing Amber Rose, releasing a song that includes the line: "I fell in love with a stripper/Funny thing is, I fell back out of love quicker." ("I was a stripper years before I met you," Rose says, eager to torpedo the lyrics, "and that's why you cheated?" A few weeks after our time together, Rose posts an intimate selfie with Khalifa on Instagram, captioned "Still Ballin".)

The Wiz business was only magnified by a new battle against Rose's other renowned ex and his new, ubiquitous family. After a period of relative peace, West went on the radio this year and quipped that he "had to take thirty showers" before he got with Kim, a barb aimed at Rose. Granted, this was not without provocation. In a radio interview a few days prior, Rose had criticized the relationship between rapper Tyga and Kylie Jenner, then 17, the youngest of the Kardashian/Jenner gaggle. (Tyga has denied dating Kylie while she was underage.) In retrospect, Rose knows how it sounded, but-please bear with me here, because this is first-rate tabloid fun-she says she was only sticking up for her friend Blac Chyna, the mother of Tyga's kid and an ex-pal of Kim's.

"I really went in on Tyga. He'd been texting Blac Chyna, saying, 'I really want my family back'-but he was out with a 17-year-old," she explains, careful not to say anything that might come off like the exact kind of woman-hating she despises. Rose's radio interview set off a full-bore social-media feud-the surreal kind, where you feel like your timeline is a binge-worthy TV drama unfolding in real time. Khloé Kardashian pounced, reminding her Twitter followers that, in case they'd forgotten, Rose was stripping at Kylie's age. This caught Rose off guard, because she'd always assumed Khloé was the chill one. And...if we're really going to do this-if we're really going to start digging shit up in public-what about Kim's sex tape?

"I said, 'Your sister has a career because your other sister made a sex tape and put the whole family on.' " Not that there's anything wrong with that. "I think it's fucking awesome that she did a sex tape and made millions of dollars for her family," Rose says now. "But let's not forget where we came from. Because I didn't." Rose likes to say that she's taken the high road regarding those whose names begin with the letter K, but it can get slippery up there on her soapbox.

Rose wants America to consider the possibility that she and the Kardashians are not so different, that they are all women clawing their way out from the maligned underbelly of culture in search of something greater. Rose, born Amber Rose Levonchuck, grew up poor in South Philly with a waitress mom and a military dad who divorced when she was six. She started stripping at age 15, a profession she remembers as invigorating, not tragic. "Best fucking time of my life," she says. "I'm not going to say young girls should go be dancers. But that was my journey, and I don't regret it."

Rose wonders whether Kim, deep down, might feel the same way about that sex tape. "She probably had a fucking blast. And guess what? At the time she was in love with that guy," Rose says. "So don't think you're better than me, because we've all had trials and tribulations."

The moment that Rose steps off of the elevator, everyone in this raucous hotel lobby on Manhattan's Lower East Side seems hypnotized by her bald-headed swagger. The guy wheeling the cases of D'Ussé lights up, like all of a sudden this became the best day of his life. The doorman can't help locking his eyes on her ass-the ass that Amy Schumer described to me, not quite accurately, as "the greatest and most famous ass in history." ("She so doesn't take herself seriously in any way," says Schumer, who featured Rose in her booty-video spoof, "Milk Milk Lemonade." "I didn't know her very well, so I thought she might think it was disgusting. But she was like, 'Fuck, yeah, I'm so down.' I thought it was so cool that she had the balls to be like, 'Yeah, I'll shoot this fucking music video about poop.' ")

Out on the street, Rose cuts an hourglass-shaped swath through the muggy summer air, and it feels like we're living out the opening credits of a show about an Instagram superheroine on a mission to distract us from the tedium of everyday life. A buzz begins to rise, Rose perfuming the neighborhood with her raw magnetism. The waiter at the restaurant next door pops out to yell, "We're open 'til three, Amber!" A bike messenger almost loses his life on Allen Street, swiveling his head in reckless glee. Rose is one of those social-media-empowered people whose career is being herself-she gets paid ungodly sums just to show her face at a club-and she's very good at her job. She's never at work, but she is always working it, like a human air-kiss emoji.

Last night, she was at the birthday party of Hot 97 DJ Peter Rosenberg, a hip-hop purist who in recent years has become an unlikely Amber Rose ally. (In 2011, Rosenberg dissed her on air and "twenty minutes later she shows up, dressed like RoboCop or whatever," he recalls now. They made up over a cigarette. "I very quickly got the sense that she was one of the most regular people in a unique circumstance.") Rosenberg's party gathered some of the biggest names in music, and so it was a potential minefield-exes everywhere, their music bumping from the sound system... "But you can't just be a hermit and go hide in the house and be like, 'Ugh, my ex is gonna be there,' " Rose says, now seated across from me at her favorite local spot, The Meatball Shop. (The waiters and chefs here are babes and sweeties, too, and she wants more cheese, babe.) If she thought that way, she'd never walk out her front door. So what happens when she's out at the club and one of Kanye's hits comes on? She does what everyone does: She dances. Especially when it's the early stuff. "I don't give a shit," she says. "I was a fan. He's really...he's a good artist."

My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is believed to be a tortured ode to Rose, a self-lacerating document of their romance's immolation. It's one of the great records of all time. But to this day, Rose won't listen to it. Not even in a moment of vulnerability, or morbid curiosity, or drunken regret? "Never, ever, ever," she says. "It's just not for me." She's caught bits of the record when she's out in public, and that's been plenty. "Don't get me wrong," she says, "I'll hear songs and I'm like, 'Oh, he said that about me.' No one knows what he's talking about but me and him. People can't decipher. They'll be like, 'That's a cool song,' and I'm like, 'That happened to us when we were together.' " The two haven't spoken a word in years, but when she hears his verses, she says, "Obviously, I know he's talking to me through music."

The announcement of How to Be a Bad Bitch probably sent a chill up the spine of Rose's exes, West especially. But with every round of editing the book went through, she slashed more and more angry material. In the final result, she carefully avoids naming names and digging too deeply into her romantic life. This surely means the book won't sell as well as it could, but for Rose, it's worth the tradeoff. She's constantly walking the line between using her past to lift her to new places and pretending it never happened.

"I've worked so hard, and I'm still building," she says. "And I don't want no one's name associated with me."

Later this afternoon, Rose will head uptown to meet the new guy she's dating. It's someone famous, but she won't give me any hints. (It's not Machine Gun Kelly, the rapper she's been linked with in recent months.) She's thinking about taking him to see a Broadway show. Maybe Wicked -her favorite. I've never seen it. What's it about? She gasps at my ignorance. "It's the Wicked Witch's entire story that wasn't told. It turns out the good witch had bullied the bad witch the whole time, and the bad witch just got to the point where she was like, fuck this, and turned crazy," she explains enthusiastically. "It's really cool."

Carrie Battan is a writer in New York City.

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