The one quality a big flamin’ Queen and a starvin’ Foodie will never possess is . . .
The 29-year-old rapper, Waka Flocka Flame, has made headlines with his recent comments…
Iman Shumpert’s spirits these days must be flying as high as his high-top fade. The NBA star and Cleveland Cavaliers shooting guard recently announced that he was awaiting the arrival of his first child with actress and R&B singer Teyana Taylor.
In July, investigators searching Subway darling Jared Fogle’s home with a fine-tooth comb and flashlights uncovered a pedofile lurking in Zionsville. Travel records and text messages rained down on the former Subway spokesman like onions on a sandwich. When the public learned that Jared used business trips to cover out-of-town $ex encounters with underage pro$titute$, not only did Subway (who found lovable Jared a little too kid friendly) regret breaking bread with him, the binky nearly tumbled out of rapper Lil Jon’s mouth.
Now that Future’s in the past, the rapper wants to start reflecting on the sanctity of fatherhood. Oh, brotha! Leave it to a flimsy rapper, known to spill seed with multiple baby mamas, to screw over a singer with movie star looks and then, all of a sudden, look back over his shoulder at what she’s doing when she has a new and better Boo.
When baked goods are allowed to bask naked in the freedom of open air, the least of its problems is a (likely spearminted) lick from a baby-faced pop princess.
Sometime it’s easy to hate America.
So quick is it to take to Social Media and fire up the pan to caramelize our Little Sweetie, Ariana Grande, most Americans, hypocrites that they are, never would have noticed or even complained that the baked goods were open air baked goods.
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.
“Soon I will be done with the troubles of the world…”
The slave sang songs like these all the time,
long before Queen of Gospel Mahalia Jackson sang
this mouthful of trouble.
No one will ever know the real truth of Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown. The movie Whitney, the version offered by Oscar-nominated actress Angela Bassett in her directorial debut, seems to earnestly dig for that truth. Since Wendy Williams’s Aaliyah: The Princess of R&B biopic, R&B fans did not have much hope for Whitney the movie or Bassett’s success.