#whenyourgirlhasatalkshowinsteadofcryingaboutyouwhileONone… you are asked to talk about certain things such as A.relationships B.family C.fashion D. Things that has to do with HER in life! @chrisbrownofficial @karrueche no one came at either of you but was simply using your relationship as an example of things us ladies go through in a relationship!! I do not know nor do I give a hot damn about your relationship personally…. honestly and respectfully I’m VERY sorry if you BOTH were offended about our girl chat…. however you WILL NOT think its ok to come at GROWN women and talk to either myself or @adrienne_bailon as if u have EVER has us each in your bed at ANY point in our lives! (Maybe your mind is clouded) NOTE TO SELF: u are NOT my MAN or my DADDY so you got me completely FUCKED up!…(like your reputation) I’m not 20 nothing years old and I am fine with all 3 #1 tv shows and making my dreams come true with Love&War and now #letmeknow…which is on iTunes
I don’t wake up everyday obsessing over my race or my sexual orientation. As much pride as I have in being both Black and gay, my first thoughts of the day are usually “What songs shall I jig to?” and “How can I get myself out of Sallie Mae’s Burn Book?”
Alas, enough people obsess over my race and sexuality in this world for me. To the extent that I end up being forced to think about it at least some point on any given day.
As a result, I am usually exhausted by the predominate narrative about being a gay Black man. I often have to fight erasure from white gays and Black heterosexuals alike. Or, I have to wrestle with the reality that when trying to tell my story, it is preferred that I tell it through some sort of prism of pathology.
Yes, it is still very hard to be a gay Black man.
So often we are limited to the perceptions other people have about us. Our masculinity. Our expressions of sexuality. Robbed of our basic right to simply just be.
I like to think I try to find the good in even the most difficult situation, but funny enough, when faced with the question “Could you write about what you enjoy about being a gay Black man?” I was a bit stumped. All too often I am asked to write about this experience from the opposition perspective. The task felt like a pop quiz I was possibly going to fail.
A few moments later, I went with sarcasm: “Uh, was ass and Beyoncé’s B’Day?“
The more I thought about it, I felt that was a good enough place to start. I also like not having to ever be lumped in with those ‘stay-at-home sons’ Twitter often drags (or celebrates)—those sexist, heterosexual Black men who are an enemy to Black gays and Black women alike.
As for other benefits, I cannot speak for other gay Black men, but for me, the best parts of being who I am is all that I am. This includes the things that challenge the stereotypes about what a gay Black man is and the other characteristics that fit right into the caricature.
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Teyana has come a long way as a singer. She sings with far more confidence than she did a few years ago and conveys vulnerability sweetly even if the actual lyric is especially aggressive a la “The last nigga broke my heart, you’ll probably break it, too” on “Broken Hearted Girl” featuring Fabolous.
When her aggression is more pronounced, it works just as wonderfully. It’s evident in VII’sfirst single, “Maybe,” which should be a much bigger song than it appears to be. And though Chris Brown may still be a public relations nightmare, he remains a radio staple. Now that we’re in the midst of “cuffing season,” I would advise Teyana to consider releasing her duet with Breezy, “Do Not Disturb.”
There are other “I’m horny as hell”-themed tracks, like “Dreams,” though the album version doesn’t quite work as well as the original, “Dreams of Fucking a R&B Bitch.” “Dreams” is the singer-songwriter’s equivalent of “just let me put the tip in.” I don’t know what spurred this more sanitized final version, but in the future, if you’re going to go there, just go there.
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When I first laid eyes on Masika, I didn’t give a particular damn about her one way or the other. The only real thought I could muster about Masika was more of a question: “Did Janice Dickinson have a secret Black baby two or three decades ago?” The answer seems to be no, only if going by last night’s episode of Love & Hip Hop Hollywood, there’s a very strong chance that Masika is the lovechild of some Black man and one of the worst Disney villains imaginable.
Masika strikes me as the kind of person that has been jumped a couple of times in her life. Hell, she’ll probably get popped at the reunion, too. Now that she’s no longer engulfed in a love triangle with Mally Mall and human blow up doll, Nikki, she’s set her sights on Yung Berg, who apparently was her friend before she forged a superficial friendship with Hazel E.
While Hazel E complained about Berg for what feels like the billionth time, Masika slid in the following comment: “You all about the girl code, I’m all about keeping it 100.”
Translation: I will fuck your man.
Granted, Hazel was only close to Berg when had a condom on, but you get what I’m saying. Even if the relationship was mostly in your mind, Masika will discard that friendship trivia for the sake of self-interests. In this instance, her music career.
Yes, not only is she suddenly Berg’s friend, Masika is also a recording artist of some sort. About that: Masika is too slow to realize that when it comes to her “music,” women aren’t going to support a person they think betrays women. Masika is also one of those birds who doesn’t think she’s a bird, given she comes with Creole mustard as opposed to BBQ sauce. I don’t see this music thing happening for you, Masika, but best wishes on all future endeavors.
As for Hazel, in addition to dropping the hobby of creating imaginary boyfriends, she should also stop having imaginary friends – even if they come with real bodies. Beloved, you used to be a publicist before you became a rapper, right? You’ve got to know how these “industry” people work, especially if you get the suspicion that they could come with a side of pico de gallo. Masika is not your friend.
Even so, Masika’s sudden interest in Berg works in that man’s favor. You know, since his attempts at trying to sleep with Teairra Mari were dropped faster than she was from Def Jam. I’m glad Teairra Mari is seemingly getting serious about the state of her music career. She has to know she can do better than making a living getting drunk and fighting women in the club over vaginal cream usage on VH1. And while they don’t have any romantic chemistry, the track Berg produced for Teairra sounds pretty good. That said, Teairra, I hope you have reached out to DJ Mustard, too.
I can already hear it: “Mustard on the beat, ho. Te-Te’s fist on your jaw, bitch.”
Before we move on from this, let me just remind you all that Berg continues to be a five foot poster for the phrase “Who hurt you?” He is cruel and heartless. Stevie J and Peter Gunz are serial womanizers with plenty of issues, but even they don’t ever sound this casually callous.
When Masika wasn’t getting on Hazel’s nerves over Berg, Fizz was making everyone at home shake their head as he continues to try to make a family with Amanda, who has proven time and time again that she’s not ready for that. Fizz and Amanda got into a fight after Fizz found out that Amanda had breakfast with the man she cheated on him with.
Let’s recap: Amanda says she’s unsure about helping raise his child, has cheated on Fizz, and continues to hang out with the man she’s cheated on him with.
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Despite the concurrent, Siamese hype of their early careers, neither Brandy nor Monica really popped off as long-term R&B stars. By the ’00s, both their profiles were trumped by the likes of Aaliyah, Beyonce, and Ciara. Monica went platinum twice—with Miss Thang in 1995, and then The Boy Is Mine in 1998—and then never again. Brandy pressed on through the early ’00s, working with producers Rodney Jerkins, Timbaland, and Kanye West, and releasing Full Moon in 2002. After she sang the hook of Kanye’s Late Registration cut “Bring Me Down” in 2005, that was the last many fair-weather fans heard from/of Brandy Norwood, save for R&B’s stalwarts and reality television watchers.
Of course, we’re always down for a critical reevaluation. Most recently, Solange’s caping for “Brandy deep cuts” is as ripe a provocation as any to revisit both Brandy and Monica’s respective catalogs, to finally declare a winner in the War Over That Boy, a beef that never really was.
JUDNICK: Despite the fact that I was always Team Monica back in the day, I actually have to side with Brandy on this one, seeing as how Never Say Never andAfrodisiac remain two of the hottest R&B albums of all time, to this day.
I had abandoned Brandy for a while, but after she dropped that single with Chris Brown—it’s an injustice how good this dude is at writing my favorite songs. And I was forced to listen to 2012’s Two Eleven, which is so solid I would’ve written 1,500 words on the comeback of one Brandy Norwood.
In high school my argument was always that Monica could simply sing better than Brandy, but I know now that I simply had not begun to appreciate the vocal range of a woman with a deep voice. Now that I am old and constantly being called “sir” on the phone, I realize her range is fantastic, and the bass of her voice gives it this wild, stand-alone quality—kinda like Mariah Carey’s smoker’s rasp—and part of why she can still make music now that feels so “true.”
MICHAEL: Although I do still remember getting Brandy’s debut album on cassette tape along with Shaquille O’Neal’s Shaq Fu: Da Return for Christmas, I, too, was more of a Monica fan than a Brandy one. I didn’t really come to appreciate Brandy until she started lying about being married and singing about her party habits when there’s a full moon.
However, I definitely still think Monica is the better singer. I mean, she was able to give credible Whitney covers as far back as 1998. Actually, let’s have a moment of silence for Whitney Houston because I will never, ever forget her going up to Monica while performing and starting to sing, “Monica, I know you can shoop.”Monica shooped in a way that Brandy could never, ever shoop, and still can’t shoop.
I don’t want to take anything away from Brandy because I enjoyed Two Elevenwhen it came out, but I think people often forget how gifted a singer Monica is, and honestly, may not have peaked as much as Brandy did in terms of mainstream. But as a recording artist, Monica hasn’t really struggled as much in her adulthood as Brandy has. A lot of that has to do with Monica just having this kind of classic voice that will always want to be heard if given the right song. After The Storm did well, and though there have been some mishaps—namely 2012’s New Life album—Monica’s always good for a few (urban) radio hits. Other than “Put It Down,” name the last time you really heard Brandy on the radio like that?
My only thing about Monica is that she forfeited the “I’ll slap the shit out of you” brand of soul music to people like K. Michelle and Keyshia Cole. Monica’s the one who should be singing about pistol-whipping sideline chicks right now. You started that with, “Kick down the doors and smack ya chick.”
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1. BYE, Benzino: Benzino is mighty pissed about being axed from the cast of Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta and is likely retweeting his supporters at this very moment, hoping that producers will please (baby, baby, please) let him and his fiancé, Thi Thi, back on the show. I doubt it’ll happen and as much as he may dislike their decision, there are some things he should accept. For starters, I was at the reunion when the brawl between he and bae along with Joseline and Stevie J erupted and he did start the fight. I distinctly remember Joseline trying to calm Stevie down as the two exchange words until Benzino ultimately said and repeated, “We can go right now.” On top of that, he hit Joseline during the fight and seem pleased with himself about it
Maybe that could be forgiven, but Benzino didn’t help himself when he yelled, screamed and rushed his boss, executive producer Stefan Springman, on camera during the post-fight interview. Bless any Black man’s heart who thinks yelling at a White man responsible for his checks on national television will do his employment status any favors. Oh well. At least the show will stop pretending that Hip Hop Weekly is the New York Times of the ‘[hood. If it helps, Thi-Thi, I do love your track “Ghetto Love.”
2. Sam Smith Ain’t Soulful: With all due respect to Sam Smith, who I think is a talented vocalist, I find it curious that so many people classify him as soulful – some in more hyperbolic fashion than others. Like christening him as the “ruler of soul,” the most soulful man out there right now, blah, blah, insert more lies here. Sam Smith can sing, but if Luther Vandross is collard greens and smoked turkey, Sam Smith is kale with the wrong kind of hot sauce. That’s cute if you like the latter, but never mistake it for the former.
And before you chime in, blue-eyed soul fans, I have a deep passion for all things Teena Marie. See a more contemporary example: the late Amy Winehouse. Appreciate a good voice when you hear it, but watch how you classify it.
3. You’re Not Running Anything Besides Your Mouth, Sarah Palin: Back in July, a poll revealed that most Americans would prefer if it Sarah Palin to “be quiet.” Of course, silence is an arch nemesis to a narcissist and media whore, so the former Alaskan governor has not honored that request. Sarah Palin is still talking while dually managing never to say a damn thing.
Case in point, during a recent appearance on the Fox Business Network, Palin was asked if hatred directed toward her has driven her away from ever running for office again.
She responded: “No, bless their hearts. Those haters out there, they don’t understand that it invigorates me, it wants me to get out there and defend the innocent. It makes me want to work so hard for justice in this country. So hey, the more they’re pouring on, the more I’m going to bug the crap out of them by being out there with a voice, with the message, hopefully running for office in the future, too.”
Madam, you are not running for office. You are about as interested in running for office as Sen. Ted Cruz is learning about RuPaul’s tricks in perfectly duct taping your junk down. Gon’ somewhere far, far away.
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In what was formally a confidential memo that has since been exposed by the New York Times, a former pollster for President Obama offered a very blunt assessment of what Democrats can expect on Election Day. Cornell Belcher warned of “crushing Democratic losses across the country” if the party did not do secure more Black votes.
Belcher went on to explain why such a feat may be unattainable given when “over half aren’t even sure when the midterm elections are taking place.” So now, the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee is pouring tens of millions into an initiative that directly targets the kind of voters needed to maintain control of the Senate – particularly for races in states like North Carolina, Louisiana and Georgia. Meanwhile, prominent Back elected officials and surrogates (good day, pastors) are being deployed to encourage us Negroes to get to the polls.
These efforts would be more impressive if they didn’t reek of desperation. If Black votes matter so much to the Democratic Party, where was the attention to our needs 18 months ago? It seems as if the Democrats’ original plans to maintain control of the Senate still appeared within reach, there would not be this sudden rush to boost Black voter turnout.
If there’s any one Democrat who could prompt more Blacks to turnout in a traditionally low voting year overall, it would be President Obama. Unfortunately, many Democratic candidates have placed distance between themselves and Obama. To the point that he has only been booked to appear in less than 10 campaign events. Some call this independence, but I consider it an act of cowardice.
Ken Salazar, a former senator from Colorado who served as Interior secretary during Obama’s first term, argued that in order for, Senator Mark Udall (D-Co) to win, Udall must show that he stands for “the Colorado way, not the Obama way or the Democratic way.” Yes, vote for the Democrat who doesn’t stand for the Democratic platform or the Democratic president who helped Udall get elected in the first place.
Then there is Kentucky Democratic candidate for Senate, who not only initially refused to acknowledge whether or not she voted for Obama, but also ran an attack ad leveled against Obama this summer. Never mind the reality that while many Kentuckians have never liked Obama, they despise Sen. Mitch McConnell (R-KY) for opposing the health care reform that is Obama’s creation. The same can be said of doing everything in his power to make sure nothing gets done in Washington.
Although Sen. Mark Begich (D-AK) was brave enough to admit that he voted for his party’s nominee in an interview with the Washington Examiner, he added, “The president’s not relevant. He’s gone in two years.” Vote for Mark Begich: So Democrats can keep the Senate and do absolutely nothing because the president is irrelevant. Are you fired up and ready to go, y’all?
And while it’s less harmful to bash the nation’s first Black president in states like Kentucky and Alaska, Michelle Nunn, the Democratic candidate for the United States Senate in Georgia, did admit voting for Obama, but also complained about an attack ad by her Republican opponent, David Perdue, for featuring a “misleading photo of her” with the president. Surprise, surprise: The only way Nunn wins this race is if she boosts Black voter turnout in key areas like ATL, shawty.
Georgia Democrats recently released a flyer with two Black children holding up “Don’t Shoot” signs coupled with the caption, “If you want to prevent another Ferguson in their future — vote. It’s up to you to make change happen.”
It is as patronizing as it is misleading. After all, much of the blame in the mishandling of Michael Brown’s killing in Ferguson goes to Missouri Democrats presently wasting space in office. Just ask some of the St. Louis County residents now asking Black voters to consider voting GOP next month in order to punish those very Democrats.
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You really have to love a man to say, “Fuck an epidermal, I’m going to deliver bae’s baby in a bathtub.” That’s just the kind of woman Apryl is. Omarion was delivered this way, so Apryl wants to keep the tradition going. It’s sweet and sentimental, but I kind of wish Apryl had kept the storytelling to a minimum because I don’t think any of us needed to know that Omarion was uncircumcised.
While piecing together the final details of their natural home birth, Apryl askedOmarion if he wanted their son to be circumcised. He did, only she suggested that he do the same. His response: “You telling me I got to cut the turtle neck?”
Then she mentioned that his dick is too big and makes sex complicated. For a second there, I was feeling like I was breaking child porn laws only to remember that Omarion is my age. No matter because that was still too much.
Speaking of, Omarion did reveal to Apryl that he talked to his mom about her antics. That brought on another meeting of the minds, which also meant a big waste of Apryl’s time. Leslie thinks insulting someone is a proper way of offering help. Excuse me, sorry—Leslie was trying to “teach” Apryl something as if anyone asked her to.
Even while trying to “explain herself,” Leslie made comments like “My son says I owe you an apology, but I’m trying to figure out why.” Another one: “You’re my son’s first child’s mother.”
Apryl ultimately decided to hug that mean woman and invite her to the delivery. I expect nothing but stress and bad things to follow. Whatever happens, I’m sure Apryl will handle it. She strikes me as reasonable and thoughtful, but no pushover. Even Omarion strikes me as relatively sane—like he watched various New Edition member struggles and vowed “Not me.”
You know who else is fairly sane by this show’s standards? Soulja Boy. Nia met up with her sisters at the dance studio to tell them the news of she and Soulja Boy moving in together. At one point, one of the sisters asks whether “He’s a Soulja Boy or Soulja Man?” Actually, he appears more mature than Nia.
Nia has been dating this man “on and off for eight years,” but has never introduced him to her parents. Now, I wouldn’t do that, but it’s a different story with my family—one Iyanla can narrate. However, Nia says she never introduced Soulja Boy to Teddy Riley because she was never sure if he was serious. I don’t believe that. She seems very guarded and untrusting of others and that’s all rooted in her dad having 10 kids. Oh, Nia didn’t tell Soulja Boy she is one of 10 siblings in their eight years of dealing with each other in some capacity, but it’s Soulja Boy we only have to worry about trusting. Right.
In any event, when Teddy Riley did appear, he came with a research packet. and asked Soulja about women taping him in hotels. Shout out to Kat Stacks. He even asked if he slept with his daughter the first night. Soulja was smart to lie and say no.
This is now how this should go. You don’t need to tell your parents the intricate details of your relationship, only whatever decisions you make about it. If that.
As for the other troubled cast members, Teairra Mari was back on key. Sure, she was also lip syncing to studio audio, but there were some quality-sounding ad libs there. Even better news is that Teairra realizes that she needs to get that body and voice together.
Meanwhile, she is working with Yung Berg, who clearly wants to smash. I don’t see Teairra letting that go down. I hope she doesn’t have to snatch his chain and shove it down his throat for invading her personal space.
When she wasn’t working with Berg, she was checking on Ray J, who was throwing temper tantrums at Power 106 and getting arrested at clubs over grabbing stranger asses plus kicking in police car windows. Oh, he also spit on a cop.
Somewhere Kim Kardashian is giggling “Ha, ha, bitch.”
Teairra talks to Ray’s manager, who encourages her to reach out. Mistake. She apologized for her behavior and that ended quickly because Ray J was Petty Patty.
He went on to downplay their relationship, which is what a typical villain would do. He tried to make her look like a Hazel E. This makes him seem even more like he has a problem. Teairra didn’t punch him. Good for her.
Ray J is out here looking even worse than ever. That is quite the feat given his track record. I guess I should never question the power of alcohol. And maybe something else. Allegedly.
Read the rest at Complex.
Even if it included too much techno and not enough rhythm, the “#TURNOUTFORWHAT” ad, brought to us by the nonpartisan group Rock The Vote, pushed a simple yet important message to young people: vote. For whomever and whatever, just vote. Meanwhile, back at the ranch that hosts the conservative media industrial complex, Media Matters notes that they are peddling a more dangerous sentiment: Women, when it comes to voting, do yourself a favor and opt not to. I suppose they don’t have to bother relaying such a message to Black people as various Republican state legislatures and the Supreme Court are doing that work for them.
The Mario and Luigi of this “If You Ain’t Got A Penis Stay Far Away From The Polls” are the National Review and FOX News.
In response to the Rock The Vote ad, which starred Lil’ Jon and Lena Dunham, the National Review’s Kevin D. Williamson complains about those who “need Lena Dunham to tell you why and how you should be voting” and takes shots at those who get “news from television comedians.” This, despite numerous studies that show those sort of viewers are more informed than FOX and CNN viewers. Williamson would rather these people do other things besides voting, including entertaining the option of becoming a nun.
Taking the baton not long after was FOX News’ Tucker Carlson, the bow tie-wearing curmudgeon who consistently makes blatantly racist and sexist to the delight of aging bigots watching at home. During an appearance on Outnumbered, Carlson complains, “You want your government run by people … who’s favorite show is Say Yes To The Dress.” Well, do I want my government run by people who watch shows that essentially think women belong in the kitchen and Black folks way in the back, shining shoes and shutting up about racism?
Then there is Bill O’Reilly, who slammed women altogether by claiming that due to emotion, women voters skew Democratic “no matter what happens to the nation.”
It’s not surprising to witness white men condescend towards young people, and in particular, young women, but as FOX News has shown repeatedly over the years, they know how to present classic white male branded patriarchy (and racism) with a diverse face.
During the October 21 edition of Fox News’ The Five, co-host Kimberly Guilfoyle agreed with fellow co-host Greg Gutfeld that young women lack the wisdom to vote as conservatives. Yes, young women lack the “wisdom” to know that these gray haired, women-bashing men have their best interest at heart when they try to police their uteruses.
In any event, Guilfoyle not only lent her female voice to this sexist point of view, but went further and added that young women should also be excused from jury duty given they “lack life experience.” Moreover, when it comes to voting, they just “don’t get it” because they’re not paying mortgages and having babies. So what should they be doing instead? According to Guilfoyle, “They’re [young women] like healthy and hot and running around without a care in the world. They can go back on Tinder or Match.com.”
Guilfoyle is a 45-year-old woman, proving that even if you’re closer to menopause in life than you are your first period, you can still sound as ignorant as any toddler learning how to use the potty.
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1. Calm Down, Corporate America: Admittedly, more times than not, I’ve been mildly amused by the various corporate-ran social media accounts trying to speak to Black people – well, the ones not deemed post-racial, New Black, or Negro adjacent remix anyway. However, when I log on to Twitter and see Forever 21, Taco Bell, and IHOP all claiming that their products are “on fleek,” I’m realizing that we’ve hit a corner and we’ve got to slow the hell down before this gets out of hand.
We are now at the social media equivalent of those hip-hop and R&B McDonalds commercials that reminded me of the horror flick, Carmen: A Hip Hopera. You know, it’s cute, tossing out a lil’ slang here and there. And I sure do appreciate Black people finding work – something this Congress isn’t exactly interested in assisting with. Still, you don’t have to talk to us solely through whatever colloquialism your Black employees told you about by way of their nieces and nephews, or in some cases, what some white people found on Urban Dictionary, to sell a product.
Y’all are starting to sound very basic – and look how quickly y’all ruined that term.
2. Rape Accusations Don’t Add “Sizzle”: Because this show doesn’t like drawing enough controversy, Skip Bayless recently argued on ESPN’s First Take that Kobe Bryant’s rape allegation added “sizzle” to his otherwise pristine image. People, you don’t always have to defecate on common decency to get attention.
Bayless explained: “Remember Kobe pre-Eagle, Colorado? He failed in his first sneaker deal because he was just too clean cut and I think it was Adidas that had him first, correct me if I’m wrong, but he couldn’t sell sneakers because he didn’t have enough edge. But then post-Eagle, Colorado it brought a little attention to him, like it gave him a little bit of sizzle.”
Smithers, release the hounds.
3. Don’t Play With Me, Jodeci: So Jodeci has released a statement confirming that they will reunite at the upcoming Soul Train Awards to perform a medley of hits as well as a new single. Now, Jodeci is my all-time favorite R&B male group so I’ve waited a very long time for this day. Honestly, I never thought it would come unless the reunion took place at rehab or the crossroads. So while I am excited, let me just say, Jodeci, if you can’t give me the show, the afterparty, and the hotel, take it back to the rehearsal hall, studio, or retirement villa if need be. I need K-Ci and JoJo to be on key as opposed to high off one; I need Mr. Dalvin to still be bae; I require Devante at least look like he still remembers being a creative genius. Don’t let me down, y’all.
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