A superior blog that looks down its self-righteous nose at American pop culture and hypocrisy.
From Vixen to Christian…
Prince’s impossibly pretty protege and former flame passed away Monday in a California hospital to the dismay of fans who loved her as Vanity, the lead singer of Vanity 6, or as Denise Katrina Matthews, the soul, few if any of us really knew.
Will Lisa Bonet’s real husband please stand up?
Something freaky is going on in the House of Jason Momoa. Jason Momoa, aka Conan the Beautiful Barbarian, has supposedly been happily cooped up with Lisa Bonet for the past 8 years. However, you wouldn’t always know it, given the company she keeps . . . keeping.
Toni Braxton: Unbreak My Heart premiered Saturday night on Lifetime. It would seem that whether an autobiography is authorized or unauthorized impacts the quality of the end product.
David Bowie was like fire…you can’t help being attracted despite the danger.
With the recent passing of David Bowie, there have been many colorful conversations about the gripping impression he made on his adoring fans. One local Cleveland radio D.J. said she had a crush on him while at the same time finding him a little frightening. A glorious description, right?
“Y’all put Dr. Huxtable in jail off of word of mouth.” –Rapper, The Game
For those of you who are unfamiliar with The Game as a rapper, you may recall that he is a Dr. Dre protégé and only missed being one of Sean Comb’s bad boys by five months. The Game, who rose to fortune and fame with his debut album The Documentary (2005), has taken a stand on Instagram to denounce the court bringing charges against embattled actor, comedian, and American father figure Bill Cosby. But is that all he has to say?
Mesmerizing couple…
As you know, in Cleveland, nothing is normal. Where you’re from, a river is water. Where we’re from, a river is wet but it’s wet like a joint laced with crack cocaine that looks forward to catching fire.
The Wiz Live!: Raising the Bar
The Wiz Live!, a performance full of life, aired a few days ago on NBC. The imagery was magical. The script was a combination of the expected and the unexpected. When the Wiz played by Queen Latifah asked Dorothy Gale (Shanice Williams), “Who you callin’ a coward?,” fans of the rapper turned actress, turned TV host, jazz stylist, producer, etc., etc., knew that the question was an homage to a very early rap hit where the Queen asks: “Who you callin’ a b—-?”
"Well, hush my mouth!!! The career stealer who broke up my Lakers called Master P insensitive?"
When, in a TMZ interview earlier this week, 48-year-old rapper Master P implied that Kobe Bryant could have made moves to save former Laker teammate Lamar Odom, the country immediately rushed to judgment saying that Master P was ignorant for making the following observation:
“If Kobe was his friend . . . Kobe, like, owns the team. He could’ve got the man back on the team . . . That’s all he wanted.”
Because Kobe Bryant has entertained society with basketball sleight of hand all his life, most thought Kobe rushing to his former teammate’s side was a genuine act of kindness.
Except…
Who are these white folks?
An unfortunate by-product of Reality TV is that it often makes something out of nothing. It creates drama where there is none. But if viewers look closely, they may realize one or two things. The offspring of celebrities either choose to chill in the shade of famous relatives or drag around in the shadows of a burdensome dark cloud. The Jacksons: Next Generation, a Lifetime production featuring what seems like an army of children sired by The Jackson Five makes the pros and cons of being a celebrity kid embarrassingly clear.
Why some celebrity children feel that their parents’ purpose in life, which leads them to become world renown singers, must be their destiny as well is beyond comprehension. Sure it may be in their genes to carry a tune. But it may not be their purpose to wow the world with song. The world is filled with people anointed to sing who will never have the world success that the regularly tone-deaf Taylor Swift experiences. Tito Jackson’s sons, Taryll Jackson, Taj Jackson, and TJ Jackson, have approached middle age wishing on the Jackson Family stardom. These young people seem to be burdened by the looming shadow of family success. All they do is whine and cry and procreate with paler people and show up occasionally in studios trying to bang out the one song that will catapult them to Michael Jackson status (which everyone but them seems to know is never going to happen).
Other, lesser known children of celebrities seem to be burdened by family success as well. They suffer all sorts of identity crises trying to wear shoes too big for their feet or their talent. Always dragging around in someone else’s shadow is difficult for even us so-called common folk. But why a child of a celebrity, who has the means and every opportunity to truly find out who they are, would choose to try to make platinum lightning strike twice must be as frustrating to the parents who indulge them in the expression of their watered down talent as they are to the public they are thrust upon.
The elite starving for sympathy…ain’t this some Oliver Twisting in the wind?
Last night’s season premiere of Saturday Night Live on NBC opened with host and musical guest Miley Cyrus wearing a full body wig and an appearance by Democratic front-runner Hillary Clinton (who is either out of breath or on her last legs in the polls). After watching SNL, it was clear that the show provides more than comedic relief for its guests.
