A superior blog that looks down its self-righteous nose at American pop culture and hypocrisy.
Pardon the "neneism," but is King of Bravo Andy Cohen saying, "Girl, Bye" to NeNe Leakes?
Chile, have you heard? NeNe “I’m rich, bitch!” Leakes says whether she returns to The Real Housewives of Atlanta depends on whether certain cast mates come back.
In other words, if they do, she won’t.
Don't let the grit fool you. Even grit sometimes sparkles in the sun!
From the moment she takes center stage, although she’s below average in height, the actress known as Taryn Manning, like a flash of light, steals every wandering eye.
Her look is not typical of most Hollywood stars. Some might say “below average.” Her forehead, for size, rivals fellow actress Christina Ricci’s and may eclipse rock star Rihanna’s. Her lips are a little crooked and on the thin side. Her skin is often white-sheet pale. Her face may even show signs of early wrinkling, instead of the usual sparkle and glow of other stars aided by expensive BB crèmes. And yet there is something about the way her eyes hold space in the shade of her forehead, combined with the quiet rasp of her voice, that makes her mesmerizing.
Something special.
Brooklyn-based performance artist Nate Hill said that his art project, Trophy Scarves, was designed to shed light on how black men see dating white women as a status symbol.
Is it white and gold? Or is it black and blue? Not since Jessica Simpson’s “Well is it chicken or is it tuna?” question has any question stunned and befuddled America since an ugly dress turned colors in the shade. But this post ain’t ’bout some ugly dress whose stripes would flatter only 2 percent of American women in any lighting (and no body on widescreen TV). It’s about scarves. Trophy Scarves.
These are the eyes of an angel who has everything. A thriving business in entertainment. Two handsome sons. And a string of wealthy “exes”–some of whom were other women’s “currents.”
My big black daddy would have torn through Instagram, chucking spears, to snatch me up outta that bed!
Fathers, go get your daughters. So what if she’s over 21, making her own paper, and living under her own roof? If she’s a virgin, go get her and secure a bedazzled bracelet just above the ankle-bone to detect if she travels outside the designated perimeters of work or school. But whatever you do, snatch your daughter from the world and lock her in her room. Because if you know she’s a virgin, that devil who licks his big red lips whenever she’s around knows she’s a virgin. And wet behind the ears. With milk on her breath. He can hear the goo-goo-ga-ga in her voice. He knows she’s innocent and gullible—a newborn to love—and highly susceptible to bustin’ an awkward virgin move.
Consider the fairytale romance of Jordin Sparks and Jason DeRulo, which was doomed from the start when Jordin Sparks fell for the old engagement ring trick.
At first she was feeling like they were a match made in iTunes heaven. Now she’s probably just feeling like . . .
...because the ladies love Bill Cosby!
Whether yesterday or today, she's still the same old gorgeous Pam.
Hotter than Coffy.
Foxy,
Foxy Brown,
The original Foxy Brown.
Brown Sugar.
Sheba, baby.
First female action star!
Jackie Brown.
Or damn, Pam!
Call the African American beauty of blaxploitation films, The L Word, and sultry siren of yesterday whatever you want.
I just call her…
“I permanently changed my eye color with BrightOcular and lovin it,” Tameka ‘Tiny’ Harris wrote on Instagram.
It’s official. Tameka ‘Tiny’ Harris, T.I.’s boo, has the bluest eye. Her eye color, thanks to a surgical procedure by BrightOcular, has gone from drab and brown to a cool ice gray. To borrow a verse from Drake Drizzy, Oh Lord, BP from a hunderd to two hunderd real quick.
Real quick.
He’s got a heck of a chin and she does, too!
As gorgeous as her parents Eva Mendes and Ryan Gosling are, attached to chins like these, poor Baby Esmeralda, whether it’s the day before October 31st or days after…
