The Andrew Jackson-successor competition continues to heat up, reaching Mayweather/Pacquiao hysteria as trans artist, DJ, club kid and cool kid Juliana Huxtable becomes the latest to throw her hat into the ring. The artist gained national attention as the subject of a three-dimensional rendering at the New Museum’s Triennial. America has found it easy to love Huxtable, who’s won the country’s hearts and minds with her knockout looks, year-2021 style, and, perhaps most important, Bushwick affiliation (her majesty resides on [presides over?] Jefferson Street, the hippest stop in the hippest hood in The Hip Borough).
Detractors are quick to decry this: Huxtable is a living person. Rappers are especially pissed about her rapid ascent, namely because their favorite slang term, “dead presidents,” will cease to contain meaning. Huxtable supporters are quick to retort that Ben Franklin wasn’t a president either, dumbfounding many a hip-hopper. Let’s face it, Huxtable is much, much prettier than Andrew Jackson (who himself is, if we’re being honest, prettier than Huxtable rival Harriet Tubman, who looks more like a man than any of the three, or most men in general).
We reached out to Huxtable for comment, who was surprisingly nonchalant about the whole affair. “If they want to plaster my face across the 20, I won’t oppose it. But I’m not actively seeking it out. Right now it’s harmless, it’s fun.” She added that she didn’t know who was responsible for nominating her in the first place. “Greenbacks are dying anyway, I’d rather have my own cryptocurrency, but what’s a girl to do?”
We hear that. Let’s just hope she doesn’t get too close to her namesake, Cliff, before gaining the official honor.
Written by jaytoles