One word that’s never been used to describe Kanye West is “modesty”, and that’s part of the reason we
hate love him. He’s so unabashedly up his own ass that he can’t see the light of day, and that’s what makes his rare interviews so entertaining. Take his new profile in The New York Times (only the best for Yeezy!) – he spends the entire thing talking about how great he is with zero fucks given. You have to applaud such intense dedication to assholery.
Of course we’re still talking about the time he interrupted Taylor Swift at the VMAs (because why not?), and while Kanye spent a couple of years apologising and trying to live it down, he’s now changed his tune and basically said that he only said sorry because everyone was on his ass about it, and at the end of the day, whatever he has to say is more important than anything else – even when the focus isn’t on him.
I am so credible and so influential and so relevant that I will change things. So when the next little girl that wants to be, you know, a musician and give up her anonymity and her voice to express her talent and bring something special to the world, and it’s time for us to roll out and say, “Did this person have the biggest thing of the year?” — that thing is more fair because I was there.
But has that instinct led you astray? Like the Taylor Swift interruption at the MTV Video Music Awards, things like that.
It’s only led me to complete awesomeness at all times. It’s only led me to awesome truth and awesomeness. Beauty, truth, awesomeness. That’s all it is.
What thoughts do you have about parenthood?
That is a really interesting, powerful question. One of the things was just to be protective, that I would do anything to protect my child or my child’s mother. As simple as that.
Have you ever felt as fiercely protective over anything as you are feeling now about those things?
I don’t want to explain too much into what my thoughts on, you know, fatherhood are, because I’ve not fully developed those thoughts yet. I don’t have a kid yet.
You haven’t experienced it yet.
Yeah. Well, I just don’t want to talk to America about my family. Like, this is my baby. This isn’t America’s baby.
It’s not America’s baby! God, this is the profile that just keeps giving. It’s a hearty five pages long, so I suggest giving it a read. Maybe he really is close to a meltdown.