Monogamy & You: The Jump-Off Rules Revisited / Letter To Tiger Woods

 

HBO's "Big Love": Come on, Bill Paxton...if one must have more than one...can at least one of them be hot?

 

Dear Cousin Tiger,

It’s alright.  We know you don’t identify with your folks, but we don’t really identify with your corny a** either.  You copped a Tag Heuer endorsement and a Nordic snow queen so you don’t come around the way anymore, but it’s cool.  Basically, I’m writing to let you know to get your game together.  All of this could have been avoided.  Everybody knows it takes two of them to equal one bad sista, so you could have been all set with what you had at the crib, the Escalade could be in tip-top shape, and Elin wouldn’t have tried to outdo your golf swing if you woulda just kept it real and married somebody with a little more arch at the base of her spine who knows how to fry chicken with a paper bag, a gang of flour and some Lawry’s seasoning salt.  Just sayin’…we see you on the verge of trying to pull an O.J., but ain’t no love over here, homie.  Lay in that bed.

Sincerely,

Mr. Front Free.

"Tiger and his jump-off. Come on dude...you can't keep the same jump-off around for over two years. That's a whole other wife.

Apparently, Tiger didn’t read my rules to having a side-piece.  A 2.5 year relationship with a jump-off without breaking her off some serious change is bound to get all 300 thirsty-a** text messages you sent her put on blast.  US Weekly and The Enquirer write those good checks.

The recent Tiger Woods debacle has of course given bitter women across Facebook, Twitter, and the blogosphere free reign (as if they ever need it) to post updates and what-not about how men are prone to cheat, we ain’t sh*t, etc. etc.  What people seem to forget or not be aware of is the fact that people generally cheat for two reasons: weakness or greed, both of which are natural human traits and are not necessarily gender-specific.  People cheat because they don’t have the heart to tell the person they’re with that they are not satisfied or because they are satisfied and just want more. 

The trick-nosis behind it is that people think it’s primarily men who cheat because that is what you hear about most often.  Think about it…when women get cheated on, the whole block is gonna know about it.  A woman who’s been cheated on will tell all of her friends and co-workers about it and then write a book, play, film, manifesto, telenovela, start a blog, etc. about it and let the world know just how triflin’ their man was.  You would be hard pressed to get a man to admit (even to himself) that his woman cheated.  Whereas a woman’s friends will go to bat for their homegirl and in some cases even help her key up your Camry.  A guy’s friends will never let him live it down.  It’s a direct blow to a man’s ego, whereas a woman’s social circle will build her up as if she had no hand in the problem that lead to the cheating, whether she did or not.  Went from Halle Berry to Highly Scary?  Still his fault.  Haven’t hit the knees since the honeymoon and you’ve been married 20 years?  Still his fault. 

I’m not justifying cheating at all, just saying don’t sleep…women do it too.  Men, if you think it’s beyond women to cheat, you’re a damn fool.  They just rarely ever get caught.  Why?  Because a man who’s being cheated on is usually either in denial or doesn’t wanna know because if they find out for sure, somebody’s gotta die and most dudes ain’t built for the penal system.  Chu’ch.

Cautionary: Mase f/ Jay-Z, 112 & Li’l Cease “Cheat On You”

Denial: Mario Winans f/ Diddy “I Don’t Wanna Know”

Beyonce-Hate: A Sure Sign Of Insecurity

If you remember my previous post about how Beyonce Knowles must be stopped, you know that Beyonce is giving way too much unwarranted overconfidence to thousands of devoted fans, as evidenced by the clusterf*ck of “Single Ladies” videos on YouTube in people who shouldn’t even be in the same room as a unitard.  On the flipside of that, there are a select few women (and some closeted males…aka ol’ Pretty-Ricky-G-string-lookin’-boys) who still hate on the chick.  Let me be clear…you will not catch me rockin’ to any of B’s albums on my iPod.  Not that she can’t sing or that her music isn’t good or that I’m just too damn gangsta for it; it just doesn’t appeal to me as a grown-a** man (check your playlists, fellas).  However, I give her mad props for putting the whole R&B/pop music game in a headlock, marryin’ “up”, and staying the f*ck off TMZ, for Christ’s sake. 

In my humble opinion, nothing tells you how insecure a woman is than her feelings toward Beyonce.  While the majority will just go ahead and give her props, there are still a handful who will still go so far as to pontificate on the many failings of Beyonce.  A few months ago, as I was ragging on subpar sister Solange’s George Washington Carver haircut, an angry Solange fan commented on the post, going on and on about how Solange writes for Beyonce and sings better (lol) and so on and so forth.  I was talking about hair and wasn’t really comparing the two sisters, but the Beyonce-hate was in full effect.  Please detach the Haterade I.V. from your arm before you OD.  She doesn’t write her own music allegedly…who does, really, and if they claim to, what proof do you have?  So she wears a weave…who doesn’t?  Keep it 100.

Quite simply, some people just don’t know what to do with B.  They can deal with Ashanti because she kind of resembles a snapping turtle…oh, and she also makes crappy music.  They can deal with Mariah because she dresses like 10 pounds of sh*t in a 10 ounce bag…and because she’s married to Nick Cannon.  They can deal with Whitney because…you get the point.  Haters can’t deal when they’re not given anything to hate on specifically, so they just pretend things are wack that really aren’t.  The moral of the story is this…ladies, men like a confident woman who can point out when another chick is doin’ the damn thang.  So you won’t indulge our Booty Talk-inspired girl-on-girl fetishes…we’ve come to terms with this.  Next best thing is simply giving props where they are due.

Are You Serious?: Sammy Sosa

Doesn’t she know zombies are generally flesh-eating?

Dear Sammy,

So who just wakes up one day and decides to become Dan Lauria from Wonder Years?

You need your a** beat.  I mean…I’m Black and you were blacker than me, skin-wise.  Now it looks like you’re trying to not only pass the brown-paper bag test, but also the manila-folder test, the french vanilla test, the the pina colada-flavored Slushee test, I could go on.  I know you speak Spanish and come from the Dominican Republic…you don’t speak “jive” and come from Detroit.  I know you identify more with Goya products than Lawry’s Seasoning Salt.  I know that to you, Dominican Lou is a blood relative and not a Tracy Morgan character.  All that is cool, but…skin rejuvenation?  You’re not even the first person to try and pull of this foolishness.  And to act surprised about the reaction?  Racial issues aside, you look like the living dead! 

Dominican Lou's take on it: "I don't know Papi!"

This is some old school self-hate sh*t.  Back before we had BET and JET Beauty of the Week, before Kiki Shepard and Tyler Perry movies.  Before we had a plethora of good-looking Black people in the public eye, on the big screen and on TV, in all their beige, caramel, chocolate, and blue-black glory.  Naps and perms, weaves and dreads.  It’s all beautiful.  So why in 2009 is Sammy Sosa (without the vitiligo excuse) brightening his skin?  Mental slavery…some folk just don’t wanna be free.

 

 

And yes, we know you’re Spanish-Black and all, but… 

Commentary Unnecessary: Katt Williams’ Mugshot

Okay, for 2010, can we all commit to following the principle that the male perm is not a jail-friendly hairstyle?  If you have one, just stay out of jail.  Nobody wants to see you looking like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from the Dr. Suess books.  Speaking of which, how long is James Brown’s rap sheet?  Is DMX trying to break his record?  Messin’ with them white girls, I guess…or that white girl (*cocaine*).

James looks like he's fresh off a performance...not the worst thing I've ever seen.

This right here? This IS the worst thing I've ever seen. James looks like Darnell's mama from up the block with the full 5:00 shadow who chain-smokes Virginia Slims on her porch all day.

Um...Buffalo Soldier?

I Know Way Too Much About Every Living Celebrity (And I Hate It)

So I just heard that terrible excuse for a song “Papers” by Usher.  I know R&B singers think we want them to chronicle their lives for us and “keep it real” on every song, but I think I’m okay on all that.  Just record something for the club, something for that late night creep and a few ballads for the chicks about normal stuff.  Divorce papers?  Anti-sexy.  Your testimony about how you went and proposed to a hair-doin’ chick that already had three babies by two other cats?  I may vomit.

Actual Line: “To all my fellas up in here, if you had enough and you’re ready to sign say…”

I’m not saying anything.  Ursher, that was YOU, playboy.  If another cat already had two by her and didn’t say “Okay let’s work it out for the kids”, then I think I’d keep my million-dollar joy juice to myself, not to mention the wedding ring.  Now it’s divorce, so let’s see what the damage gon’ be…

I hate that I even know any of this, though, to be honest.  I can’t even listen to this dude’s music anymore.

I’ve discovered the major difference between old school celebrity and modern celebrity.  We know way too damn much about every person since 2000 who has ever picked up a mic, jumped in front of a camera, or did anything publicly at all, including just being the offspring of somebody who did something.  Whereas before the Internet, people never really paid attention to the Enquirer or took gossip rags seriously, you’ve got Bossip and TMZ just ruining lives and hyping the BS 24-7.  Sure, back in the day, celebs damn near went crazy behind the scenes.  Rock Hudson, Phyllis Hyman, the list goes on and respect due.  I think today, though, celebs are more over-exposed than a Chi-town ho in the wintertime.  Look at Beyonce and Jay…you never hear anything about what’s going on with them.  Far as we know, they’re the Black Cleavers and never fight or fall out.  That’s how it should be.

Love this couple. Why? Because I don't know a damn thing about them for real.

 Back in the day, I didn’t know anything about celebrities.  Mr. T was just B.A. Baracus.  Jasmine Guy was just Whitley Gilbert.  Nowadays, a conversation between my wife and I abotu an actress goes like this:

A: “You know that’s Diane Lane right?”

Me: (blank stare)

A: “Married to Josh Brolin…”

Me: (blank stare)

A: “Josh Brolin…Brand from the Goonies?”

Me: “Word, hell yeah! The Goonies, that’s what’s up, my man…”

A: “But you still don’t know who Diane Lane is?”

Me: “She ever make anything that would at all concern [ninjas]?”

A: “Good point…maybe if you consider Hardball…”

Me: (“stop it” face)

Basically, I choose not to retain any information about actors beyond the roles they play on film or TV.  It just ruins everything.  I thought Payback was a dope movie and Mel Gibson got street cred from me the same way Rob Deniro gets undue street cred for playing a mobster 17 times.  Then, Mel went and got arrested talking some craziness.  Bruce Willis was the man after Die Hard, but after the Demi/Ashton thing…would John McClane let that fly?  I don’t think so.  Somebody woulda got punked and it wouldn’ta been Bruce…yippee-ki-yay muthaf****z.

Ayo John McClane, WTF?

With rap it’s different because the artists often let beef spill over into their music and a lot of the culture is based on rivalry and who-said-what.  It’s like the WWF minus all the rednecks, throw in a hearty helping of Negroes.  Though beef often produces some of the worst records I have ever heard in my adult hip-hoppin’ life, I like rap beefs because they don’t have any bearing on anything.  Nobody talks about all the illegitimate hip-hop babies or who got their kids taken from them or who called who a “fire-crotch”.  Britney Spears on the other hand needs to be slapped for being out there performing and living life when Kevin Federline has her kids.  Kevin Federline.  I don’t wanna see any shows, performances, new albums, radio spots, any of that until you get custody of the babies you pushed up outta yourself.  Get it together.  And as you can see, I’m extremely judgmental without all the facts which is like most people watching from the outside in.  Knowing this, you would think some of these people would have the good sense to at least smooth the sh*t over and make it look better.  At the end of the day, here’s my preference…let your work speak for itself and paparazzi…simmer down.  The main thing is it’s become harder and harder for celebs to keep a personal life with TMZ employees falling out of hedges, climbing over fences and recording their every move.  It’s up to us as consumers to stop feeding into the bullsh*t and basically say collectively: “Let me know when some sh*t really jumps off”.

And now for one of the sorriest excuses for an R&B song I’ve bothered to listen to all year (I did this just for this post, so y’all should feel blessed):

The New Bullsh*t: Jay-Z As Satanist

Apparently, the media is bored.  No rappers have been shot recently, no significant beefs going on, nobody’s outdone the Octomom yet, etc…so when there isn’t any news, news-makers make it up.  The new fabrication tainting the web and occupying Bible-beaters and conspiracy theorists alike is that Jay-Z (as well as Kanye and Rihanna both by collaboration and association) is a Satanist.  For those who have missed the bullsh*t being slung around the web thus far, I’ll write it again…the new rumor is that Jay-Z is a Satanist.

Y’all sound real stupid right now.  Am I the only one that remembers the following conspiracies that materialized into absolutely nothing?:

1. Liz Claiborne is a racist.
2. Tommy Hilfiger is a racist.
3. Luther Vandross died (before he actually did).
4. The company Timberland is owned by the KKK.

A few of many that I never bought into (I prefer facts and affirmation straight from the horse’s mouth) but were widespread, never proven, and eventually forgotten about.  The saddest part is that Jay-Z is one of the most articulate Black men with the most visibility in mainstream media, in rap or elsewhere.  He is a highly successful, innovative, and prolific artist and philanthropist with a body of work that few rival in terms of consistency.  Since Jay doesn’t give us too much to criticize, it’s only natural someone would find it necessary to weave a quilt out of pure bullsh*t.  Some say he’s sold his soul to the Devil for success.  OK, have you heard any of his albums?  It doesn’t take Lucifer whispering in my ear to make me or anyone else go pick up a Jay-Z album.

Hov's new homie: "So, Jigga, you think you could get me tickets to a Nets game or what?"

The video for “Run This Town” allegedly has some actions and images that could be construed as related to Satanism and/or membership to an “occult order (probably Freemasonry)”, according to Vigilant Citizen.  First, Freemasonry is not an occult order, but since it is a relatively secretive organization, it’s an easy way to get people scared and riled up.  The association between Freemasonry and Satanism was linked and then publicly discredited due to the writings of Leo Taxil, a libelous late 1800s writer who himself announced that his own claims relating the two concepts were fictitious, even going so far as to thank the clergy for giving his claims publicity.  Someone clearly has not done their research or is reading what they want to read and presenting it as fact to others who are too lazy to do the research for themselves.  Regardless, all of this is hearsay and based on opinion, presented by people who clearly have their own personal vendettas and vested interests.

The aforementioned site goes into depth talking about Jay-Z’s Rocawear line and some symbols used in it, saying they are directly related to Freemasonry, though many of the symbols also appear on money, which is a large part of the subject matter of Jay-Z’s music.  The icing on the cake is that the site also takes quotes from Mobb Deep’s Prodigy, a rival of Jay’s who (surprise) is the first to speak out against Jay-Z and his alleged connection to “the beast”.  I guess he’s still pissed about Jay-Z outing him as a ballet enthusiast.  This from a member of Mobb Deep who, on a recent (2006) album titled Blood Money, posed with rhyme partner Havoc in front of a giant pyramid, which the writer of the article describes as “blatantly Masonic” in reference to the symbols used in Rocawear clothing.  The Freemason organization is relatively secretive, so would a member really go so far as to place these symbols on clothing for non-members to wear?  Methinks not.

Rihanna throwing up the rock & roll symbol...don't remember anyone claiming Avril Lavigne was a Satanist.

Another perceived yet poorly thought-out “issue” is Jay’s use of the term “God” in reference to a human being, describing it as part of a “Luciferian belief” that men can be gods.  ”God” is actually quite popular in New York slang and hip-hop and is more related to Five Percent Nation ideology than Satanism, which is an obscure reference and seems to grab at straws for lack of concrete information.  The Five Percent Nation is an offshoot of the Nation of Islam and is in no way related to Satanism…quite the opposite actually.  Rap groups Brand Nubian and Wu-Tang have long been associated with the Five Percent Nation and referred to one another and Black men and women in general as “gods and earths”.  If Jay-Z wanted to come out and be a Five Percenter, I don’t think there would be all that much push-back.  It’s not as unusual a belief system as one might think and there is much validity to their beliefs.

Quite simply, folks, the Internet being what it is, you can find any information to prove or disprove any theory you could dream up.  Any time someone is at the top of their game and successful, there will be detractors.  Michael Jackson died amidst a swirl of rumor and negativity, as did many iconic figures.  We have to be smarter than this, people.  It’s music.  There’s so much more that matters in life.  If you’re so devoted to Christianity, shouldn’t your faith be stronger than to put this much stock into something as frivolous as perceived subliminal messages and imagery?

And just because I like to toy with peoples’ insecurities, cue up Reasonable Doubt …and play it backwards.  Welcome to the secret society, all we ask is trust..mwahahahaha…!

Caution: Do Not Wife

Well apparently I’m a little late, but Kim Kardashian and Reggie Bush are back together after their “amicable” breakup in July.  The breakup, I found out today, was rumored to be caused partially because of some text messages between Kim and Kanye West that Reggie got ahold of somehow.  The texts allegedly “referenced a night they hung out, how much fun he had, how hot Kim was, and more racy things that got Reggie’s imagination running” according to a FOX411 source (I have no idea how reliable any of this bullsh*t was which is why I’ve got those Law & Order words written in bold up there). 

Don't Do It Reg!: He trusted a big butt and a smile...but we're all guilty.

Let’s just say this was true.  Would you really be surprised?  I promise you that the Ray J/Kim K footage to this day gets viewed a minimum of 1 million times per day online.  I raised exactly one eyebrow when I first heard about Reggie wifing her up.  Just one.  One of the principal creeds that me and brothas like me live by is the creed that says “you can’t make a ho a housewife”.  Or let Jay-Z tell it: “Once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever”.  Stop trying to wrestle hoochies into committed relationships.  You saw what happened to Sam Rothstein in Casino.So I’ve decided that the only thing Twitter is good for in my opinion is marketing your blog or reading through silly-a** trending topics.  #Dontwifeher was of particular interest and had me laughing for like a half hour straight.  So before you wife her, you need to find some things out about your situation.

I don't care how secure you think you are...you WILL be bothered when you find out she used to date Craig Mack before you.

• Background Check – You gotta use your village.  Talk to the homies.  Throw a name out there and see what pops up.  Washington DC is a big city but it seems like the same 36 people were doing all the dating for three or four years at Howard.  Somebody has a story and you’d be better off knowing it now before playerhater #1 just runs up on you with it at your engagement party or another time when it’s too late.  You need for any dude who’s ever done anything with her to basically be a figment of the imagination…out of sight and out of mind.  You also want to know if you’re not too much of an upgrade.  You will be bothered when you find out she was dating 10th Street Tone her freshman year of college and that she used to have a thing for licking toes.
• Resume – You need to find out this woman’s full track record.  This is where Reggie messed up…the first thing that pops up when you Google Kim Kardashian is the Ray J porno.  It’s right there for all to see!  By all means have fun, but come on…she’s got a porno out “unintentionally”. (though the lighting, make-up and sound quality in it was better than any of those BET Arabesque films…sure, that was just something y’all did for y’all, right?) And it’s with Ray J?  Ray J.  Why the wedding ring?  The game is ruint.  Shawne Merriman is responsible for the same dumb sh*t.  Tila Tequila?  For real?  This chick is basically famous for her ho-tivities.  It’s the chicks who don’t have the entire last five years of their lives documented on TMZ that are more difficult to find out about, but the celeb dudes love to ignore the obvious.  Now Lamar Odom is getting married with no pre-nup?  What part of the game is this?  The wrong part evidently.
• Never Ask Other Women – You’re gonna get one of two results from asking women about other women.  If you’re asking a hater, you’re gonna end up with a lot of putting the two on the ten: “she steals” (meaning that in the 5th grade, she heard that the girl in question had borrowed some flavored Bonnie Bell lip balm from someone and never returned it).  If you ask a friend of hers, you’re gonna get pure fabrication (unless the friend secretly wants to give you the business)…”she’s really sweet”.  Ladies, if you think the adjective “sweet” means anything in guyspeak, you’re sadly mistaken…almost like saying she’s “spiritual”…means nothing more often than not and is damn near a turn off. 
• Watch Her – You can generally tell the unwifeable by her everyday activities.  If she’s a complete skeezer in her everyday activities, then chances are, you got yourself a throwaway.  If she treats servicepersons like sh*t and beats her personal assistant with her iPhone, then this is probably indicative of you ending up either on COPS with no shirt and shoes and/or on Divorce Court explaining to Judge Mablean your side of the story while sweating through a tacky silk shirt with the gold chain on the outside of the collar.  Think about it…every dude you know who’s in a messed-up relationship or has a crazy babymama has the same story: “See, I shoulda known she was the jealous type from that first date at the Cheesecake Factory when she accused me of checking out that waitress with the little  T-Rex arm”.  There’s always a sign and most of the time, things would have been better had you gone with your instincts.

Quite simply, I don’t know what these celebs are on, so that’s a whole different topic.  If I’m a celebrity, I don’t know if I want to date Babyface’ ex-wife.  Babyface used to be singing about paying rent, massaging feet, and cooking dinner and as soon as she got home from work…tough act to follow.  In the real world, though, it seems like people look at tenure as a reason or motivation to get married.  If you have been with someone for 4 years and have never been compelled to get married before of your own accord (and not based on the Tiffany & Co. catalogs she keeps having sent to your office) then it’s time to re-evaulate if you’re just in the relationship because it’s easy or if the person you’re with is your ace-boon for real.  Slow it down.

The Kanyeezy Apologeezy

"What would Big Mama think?"

I just want to clear some things up in addition to addressing the Kanye apology on Jay Leno.  Some people took offense at my post yesterday regarding the Kanye West/Taylor Swift incident, mostly due to their failure to read the material I wrote.  This is a blog…I am not a journalist…I’m not here to just tell you what happened or to give some diplomatic response that doesn’t represent how I really feel.  Life’s too short to mince words.  At no point did I deny the fact that Yeezy’s actions were (in my own words) “rude as hell“.  The point of me writing it was to get people to lighten up about it.  It’s the bloody VMA’s for Pete (Wentz)’s sake…nobody won a Nobel Peace Prize.  If you were deeply upset about it in your heart of hearts, I suggest re-evaluating what’s important to you in life…seriously.  It’s not that deep.  Taylor Swift, Kanye, and of course, MTV will be eating mighty healthy off of this for the next several years, so take entertainment for what it is and save the emotion for real life. 

That being said, Kanye isn’t a dude known to be insincere.  He says what’s on his mind generally, much to others’ dismay, but he still kicks the real regardless.  Beyonce is a better artist in my opinion, but the VMAs is based on the fans and I think ‘Ye may have lost sight of that in the moment as he was channeling hte late ODB (while just kind of making a “dirty b*stard” of himself).  It’s not a BET award…and MTV’s core following is a little younger than Kanye or I could relate to.  And clearly there are those in middle America and beyond who relate more to Taylor Swift than to Beyonce.  I get it and I think ’Ye does as well.  I’ve never seen a Kanye apology, though, and I don’t know if we ever will again, but I can’t do anything but respect it.  You don’t win any street cred in the hip-hop community by getting choked up, so I don’t think there was anything to gain from Kanye just apologizing for the sake of doing it.  Chances are his audience isn’t tuning into Leno on the regular, nor would they stop buying his albums because of this, so I can only categorize this as a real-a** moment for West. 

As for Leno, I’d be remiss not to mention that the “what would your mama think” question at the end of the interview was a low blow, as a particularly astute friend of mine was wise enough to point out (thanks tpp).  This was nowhere near that serious that anyone but Kanye needs to ask himself that question.  Clearly a ploy for ratings and Leno should be ashamed of himself.  Let’s keep it on the level here.

Bumrush The Show: Kanye West vs. Taylor Swift

F*** ya feelings

I’m officially changing this girl’s name from Taylor Swift to Taylor Not-Swift-Enough.  If I’m accepting an award and Kanye West jumps onstage with me, there is no way he’s getting my microphone.  This is what this man does…this ain’t new, baby!

As much as it pissed my wife off last night, I was dying laughing last night at Kanye showing his natural a** at the VMAs.  First of all, let’s take our emotions out of it for a second, folks.  It’s just entertainment.  And let’s not act like the VMAs is the Grammys…didn’t MTV just have Sacha Baron Cohen fall on Eminem’s head with his a** out?  But Kanye’s a monster for being “disrespectful”?  Come on now.  Kanye plays a character…it may be a character who’s intimately close to the real Kanye, but he knows it’s expected of him to show out.

Second, Taylor Swift should be happy to be included in a Kanye bumrushing.  It’s almost a rite of passage.  At least Black people know who the hell she is now.  I was clueless…still am in a way, but this is an opportunity to cross over for her!  Use your moment!  Real talk, though, the best way to turn this around is to be a good sport about it…maybe even collaborate with Kanye.  Let’s be about our paper, please.  I mean, do you really think she would have gotten the love she received at the end when Beyonce let her come back out if Yeezy hadn’t jumped his rude a** up there?  Be for real.

And for real…let’s not act like Beyonce didn’t come out and really show people why she deserved the award more than Taylor Swift or Britney Spears’ wack a**es.  Step your bodysuit game up and we’ll talk.  Not everybody can pull off a routine like that.  Janet didn’t even go as hard as B did on the real.

All in all, yes that was rude as hell.  I’m sure teenyboppers everywhere were in tears.  Am I personally mad at dude?  No.  It’s all entertainment and I was entertained.  Taylor Swift is still getting checks and will get many more because of this.  Now let’s stop actin’ like Kanye’s next joint will not be copped..and promptly.

PS: Haven’t yet checked the blog-o-verse yet, but I already know somebody’s gonna be mad about Lady Gaga thanking “God and the gays” in her acceptance speech, but please…stop before you start.  Getting up in arms over that only does two things: (1) makes you look like a bigot and (b) sells at least another record for Lady Gaga.

Mad at this?  Check out my response to the Kanye West apology on Leno here.

[Sorry...I had a clip of the incident, but the jerks at Viacom removed it...so here's this...LOL]

 

Weekend Goods: That Dirty Money

I don’t even care.  I messes with Dirty Money, Diddy’s new group with Dawn Richard (formerly of Danity Kane) and singer/songwriter Kalenna Harper.  I’ve never been a fan of giving someone props solely on the premise of them doing “somethin’ different”, but there’s actual musical quality there once you get past the idea of Diddy singing.  The female vocals are rock-solid and even after all these years, the trademark Bad Boy sound is fully intact.  It’s an acquired taste, but if you can put the paper-hatin’ to the side and just enjoy it for what it is, you might get into it. 

“Angels (or Angels Calling, I’m not sure yet)” featuring the Notorious B.I.G. samples “Where I’m From” by Jay-Z from In My Lifetime Vol. 1.  Come on Diddy…another Creole/Brazilian/”other” in the video? Oh well, at least the song is hot.

“Love Come Down” is just a fun record.  You may hate it in the car or the iPod, but let this drop in the club and act like you won’t wanna grab a bottle of champagne and start rockin’ to it.