Let’s just call me Barbie.  If I were Barbie, and I’m not, I would be more of an action figure like Zazie Beetz’s Domino in Deadpool 2.  Ok, so now that we’ve gotten that out of the way.  Let’s talk about why we’re really here.  M&Ms.

Yes, I said it, M and M.

Also known as Migos and Miguel.

If I were a Barbie, these M&Ms would be my Kens.

Last night on the 2018 BET Awards Show, Migos won Best Group.  If you saw the sparkle and shine of Quavo, Offset, and Takeoff’s Mexican Mariachi band jackets and you were not completely mesmerized by the diamonds on a Migos chain, the motion of the diamonds on a Migos chain, the diamonds on Quavo’s prescription glasses, or the gleam on their leather boots, or the glint on their pants buckles, then you are not hood, a girl whose best friends are diamonds, or even alive.  You may be dead-and-buried blind.  Oh, they really are a group!!!  Walkin’ it!  Talkin’ it!  A real group!  In R&B, groups don’t exist any more.  Maybe that’s why it took Rap to Takeoff and tie this one up in such a pretty bow!!!  Oh, I like bows!

Migos, they’re not matchy-matchy; they match without matching.  They are the new Salt & Pepper.  Stir Fried!  With a go-go beat!  The color of the pants never deviate from a buttery, leathery black, and neither do the shoes.  The gold and diamond mines, the other rich textures, M-Boss-es, the emerald, ruby, and sapphire fabrics, begin waist up.  And when I say the Migos styling is fabulous, it is — simply stunning, jaw dropping, a Big Top carnival meets Louis 12 thru 16 spectacle.  And it’s all good!

“When’s the last time a Rap boy dressed up for us? 

An R&B boy?  Any saggy-assed boy?” – – Holliday Vann

Because I have such a terrible “glitter fetish,” I can’t roll my eyes away from these Ken dolls.  And while I’m confessing, can I confess that Migos and Miguel look like you can just grip them in your hands by the legs and shake their lovely dreaded locks and kiss ’em and play dress up — taking their widdle jackets off and gently sliding them back on…?

Oooooh, Barbie got it bad for Ken.

Now let’s turn to the other M, Miguel.  So, he’s got the hair game, and the clothes game.  What I like about this pretty Ken doll is that he floats on air (Most times?  When he’s not crashing on a fan’s head?  Doing the splits?).  Otherwise, Miguel sings like an angel — with a dirty mind.  Yaaaasss.  And, when the heavenly strings and harps are thrummed? strummed? and the danseur noble twirls and twirls on his ballet flats, it’s chills, chills, chills!!!  Ice down your blouse chills!!!  Everywhere chills!!!  Miguel, an angel in white, gave me ze goosebumps, singing so laissez faire, dancing so Fred Astaire, climbing his giant porcelain stair . . . wizz-out a care . . . to nowhere?  Yerrrrs, Miguel, umma certainly “Come Through and Chill”!!!

Aside from the sidebars, the letter for today was the letter M.

M is for Migos and Miguel and Music . . . and Magic.

May Migos and Miguel morever make music magic morever more.

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P.S. Once again, nice job, BET!