By Angelina Zervos
Good news everyone! Good News is good! That’s it. That’s the review. Just kidding, but I mean, do you really need an excuse to check out Megan Thee Stallion’s new album? Even if you were to try your best best to ignore it, I know that you’ve definitely heard “body-ody-ody-ody-ody-ody” several times while scrolling on Insta or Tik Tok. It’s been stuck in my head for the past few weeks – in a good way. Pass by a mirror and think I look good? Body. Heating up leftovers in the microwave that are looking extra scrumptious ¬‿¬? Body. I’ve been in desperate need of some new “Hot Girl Shit” I can dance around and hype myself up to, thankfully, Hot Girl Meg delivered. We even got a collab with SZA! I don’t know how, but she just understands the correct combination of sounds to make me feel…hot! Really, just listen to “Freaky Girls” or “Do It On The Tip” (with City Girls!!!!) and boom, bad body image day totally transformed. Megan has officially become a part of my doing my makeup/self-confidence booster playlists for life.
So if you’re being a good noodle and staying inside to reduce the spread of COVID, but still want to imagine yourself drunk twerking on a stranger at a club, turn down the lights, get your speaker out, and stream Good News. If you need another reason to check this album out, just remember that every stream of a Megan Thee Stallion song makes a conservative cry. I’d like to imagine that somewhere out there, Ben Shapiro is secretly jamming out to some Hot Girl Meg. One can dream.
