So this video is making the rounds on blogs where people are now branding this as proof that Soulja Boy is gay. Gay people are still largely social outcasts that are often banished, beaten, bullied, and sometimes murdered in this country just for being who they are. They can’t get married in most states, can’t visit their significant others in hospitals, and still can’t get beyond two gender-distorting stereotypes in the mainstream press. Don’t gay folk have it hard enough? Must bloggers make Soulja Boy an addition to the community?
That is just cruel. Soulja Boy isn’t gay. He’s just a moron. Let’s keep him in the breeder bracket and pray he doesn’t reproduce.
I don’t know what it’s like to have had no significant amount of growth in a decade, but I can imagine how much that must suck. Back when female rappers mattered, I considered myself to be a Foxy Brown fan. Now, I can barely stand the sight of her.
She’s obnoxious, ridiculously cocky for someone that hasn’t done anything of note besides attack Asian nail salon workers in years, and seems to be still stuck on behavior that suggests she’s fresh out of the fryer at Popeyes.
But she, like most celebrities (particularly artists) with above-the-law attitudes stemming from delusions of grandeur, seems to be under the impression that she’s the victim.
“I did almost a year in prison, a year in prison, just because my name is Foxy Brown.”
Say what? No, chirper, you did eight months in prison because you’re a dumb ass who throws temper tantrums for the silliest things and attacks people who can’t fight back. She’s been pulling stunts since she came out, and only recently was she locked up for it. I was really hoping that the crew from the nail salons she’s kirked out at through the years would have all joined together and made their way to Rikers to jump her. It’s only right.
I initially thought that maybe, just maybe, she might have learned her lesson from attempt # 150 to be like Lil’ Kim, but it’s pretty clear that besides her now sounding like one of Cher’s friends from Clueless, not much has changed for the sometimes part-Asian, sometimes half-Trini, all the time Jay-Z jocking rapper.
She says she’s no longer going to react, but when you do wrong, yet manage to still portray yourself as some victim of celebrity, I can’t help but remain skeptical. It would be nice if she grew up, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she turned another Blackberry into a football out of a fit of spoiled brat-fueled rage in the near future.
If nothing else, at least she might get a VH1 reality show out of everything. Her poor ego needs all the boosts of relevance she can get.
Could someone give Bill Clinton a sip of shut up juice? What is his problem? Is he that egotistical? Is he that out of touch? Does he secretly want to be the only member of his household to become President? There has to be something behind him continuously putting his foot in his mouth, so what gives?
Bill Clinton gaffe number 485 is Billy Boy blaming Obama for the flack he caught for likening Obama’s win in South Carolina (and overall campaign) to Jesse Jackson’s victory in South Carolina twenty years ago.
The former president fumed on Monday that it was Obama’s campaign that injected the race issue.
“I think that they played the race card on me. And we now know, from memos from the campaign and everything that they planned to do it all along,” Bill Clinton said in a telephone interview with WHYY’s Susan Phillips. “I was stating a fact, and it’s still a fact.”
The former president says the comment was “used out of context and twisted for political purposes by the Obama camapign.”
So the man known for always being on message didn’t make the comment in an effort to play down Obama’s pending victory in the state as nothing more than a moral victory based on racial pride? And because he was called out on his transparent attempts to marginalize Barack as the Black candidate by the media, it’s Barack’s fault? He might not have inhaled back then, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a urine sample suggested otherwise now.
You can watch Obama’s response to this nonsense here.
Clinton told the interviewer that “you have to really go some to play the race card on me.” Clinton then lists the reasons why no one should portray him as a racist. He includes the fact that he has an “office in Harlem, and Harlem voted for Hillary, by the way.” He goes on to say, “I have 1.4 Million people around the world, mostly people of color… on the world’s least expensive AIDS drugs….”
I guess he told us. Has he walked around Harlem lately? In between the hordes of Black men standing around doing nothing in the middle of the day, there’s a bunch of new shops, new buildings for tan-friendly new residents pushing all of the old locals further out. Thanks for all of your help, Bill. I can’t wait until he stops running for President.
As the world continues to cling to hope that Nippy will steal someone else’s throat and return to making good music on key, her daughter is quickly assuming the role of resident addict in the family circle. Whenever I see pictures of this barely-teenage child, she’s either trying to be sexy, or she’s looking drunk — both of which are paths to DUIs, sex tapes, rehab stints, and HPV. Way to raise your kid, Itchy and Scratchy (of the crack persuasion).
That other one in the main pic is her half-sister, LaPrincia. As if that name weren’t tragic enough, she seems to share her little sister’s penchant for all things fast and irresponsible. What a pity.
Seriously: Where are these kids’ parents? Two stepping on CMT and sucking on her 80th throat lozenge of the day?
Now this other Bobby kid has a mama not named Nippy, so where is she? Probably at work, because Whitney stop making Bobby’s child support payments. That’s understandable, but does she not know what her daughter is doing with these future Girls Gone Wild co-stars?
Oh yeah, word to the wise: Incestuous faux-lesbian poses are disgusting, not sexy.
A couple of years ago, I wrote my first op-ed for my college paper, The Hilltop. In it, I questioned the emphasis on voter registration versus voter education in get-out-the-vote initiatives launched by Diddy Puff and Russell Simmons, respectively.
Now, four years later, I’ve written another piece for Newsone.com. It’s a site owned by Radio One that was soft-launched a little over a week ago.
If you would be so kind as to click here, and read it, and pass it around, and share your thoughts, I’d be most grateful. Apparently it’s already gotten under the skin of some people. I believe someone will be writing a retort to it. If so, I’ll be sure to link it. In the meantime, check, check, it out.
One quick clarification, though: The title might be misleading, but I don’t knock the notion of the hip hop community trying to mobilize the youth vote completely. I just have some concerns is all.
Am I the only one who thinks talking to Lil’ Wayne must be one of the most painful things in life? When asked about New Orleans, Lil’ D.A.R.E. ad mumbled a bunch of jibberish, then mentioned something about not doing “average things.” Y’know: Thinking about something other than yourself. Reading the newspaper. Watching the news. Calling kinfolk and asking, “Hey, are they still on that bullshit down there?”
Like most cracked out addicts on the verge of offing themselves, Wayne wants to be left alone. I love when ‘happy people’ walk around high all day and craft songs centered on depression, then wonder why people might think they have a problem. He said don’t worry about him, worry about yourself. Fine by me, crackhead.
By the way: What is that in the middle of his forehead? It looks like something that ought to be the logo for Superhead. I hope he didn’t pay for that.
AllHipHop.com: Who you got in the election? Who you going for?
The Game: Man, I’m goin’ for the n***a man. Obama. Man I don’t give a f**k what he talkin’ bout I ain’t heard Obama say nothin’. I just know that n***a black and he about to win this s**t. Hillary need to fall back man. I’m going for Obama man, that n***a could say I’m going to kill every n***a in the hood when I get in there – I’m going for Obama man. That’s it. Gotta see a Black man, man I’m biased man. I’m biased.
1. The Game continues to make me wish Bruto would knock some sense into his Popeye looking ass.
2. Apparently Mary was referring to her budget when she named this song “Stay Down.”
“Recording is an addiction,” he says. “I can’t stop.” Wayne works quickly — he writes nothing down, records rhymes as soon as they pop into his head, and completes up to five songs a day. He can also knock out a verse for someone else within a half-hour of hearing the beat. That has served him well financially: Wayne charges $100,000 for the average cameo — or $75,000 if he likes the beat or the song. “But nothing less!” Wayne says. “I wouldn’t do a song for my sister for less than $75,000.”
3. At least 100 rappers, singers, and those that pretend to be both have been overcharged something terrible by Lil’ Wayne. Too bad Dr. Suess isn’t getting his deserved cut.
While the performer’s rap sheet does include a half-dozen arrests, Akon has only been convicted of one felony, for gun possession. That 1998 New Jersey case ended with a guilty plea, for which the singer was sentenced to three years probation. Another 1998 bust, this one in suburban Atlanta, has been seized upon by Akon and transformed into the big case that purportedly sent him to prison (thanks to his snitching cohorts) for three fight-filled years. In reality, Akon was arrested for possession of a single stolen BMW and held in the DeKalb County jail for several months before prosecutors dropped all charges against him.
So there was no conviction. There was no prison term between 1999 and 2002. And he was never “facing 75 years,” as the singer claimed in one videotaped interview.
4. Akon is a liar. I don’t know what’s sadder: The mindset that led him to believe that he had to pretend to be a convict to get success or the fact that it actually worked.
5. Foxy Brown is begging fans to show up at the jailhouse today to make her feel special about herself. Hopefully a bunch of Koreans show up and jump her for acting crazy at the nail salon.
How many people have you truly loved?
I’ve always wanted the best for everyone in my life. Except for one person: Bombita. She was in the fifth grade with me. She can die.
What?
She was mean. She used to step on my toes, anything to make me mad. I hope she’s a ghetto statistic. And if that keeps me out of Heaven, then so be it.
6. Erykah Badu continues to be my hero.
The “hippest trip in America” has pulled the plug on its annual award show. Reuters Life is reporting that the Soul Train Music Awards has been cancelled without explanation.
7. If it were 1995, the world would be enraged.
8. ABC News themes its Democratic Presidential after the tabloids.
But if you go two minutes in, you’ll see Barack is brushing the dirt off his shoulders.
9. Mariah’s MTV promos for E=MC2 are better than the actual album. (Don’t e-jump me, lambs.)
ONE DAY AT THE BEAUTIFUL BEACH, WATCHING THE OCEAN CRASH INTO WAVES AND THE SKY CHANGE FROM DAY TO NIGHT AND THE SUN SET AND THE MOON RISE SHOWED ME THIS MIRACLE WE CALLED LIFE IS BRAND NEW AGAIN FOR ME.
WE SPEND SO MUCH TIME FOCUSING ON THE FRAGILE AND DELICATE THINGS IN LIFE THAT WE FORGET THAT GRAVITY IS HOLDING US UP AT THIS VERY MOMENT, THAT OCEANS ARE ENDLESS, AND THERES AN ENTIRE LIFE UNDER THE SEAS THAT WE DONT EVEN KNOW ABOUT.
10. Solange tries to go ‘deep’ with a shout out to Sebastian and Ariel. Manages to still come across as a home school don’t.
A little while ago, I did an interview with the homie, Jason, over on his blog, and I remember mentioning one of the few new rappers I did like was this young dude from Cali named Tyga.
Yeah, I’d like to take the time out to say: Don’t clown me.
For the record, I heard about him from an article in Blender, and the song that they were referring to was dope. It’s no where to be found now, naturally.
I’m happy the guy has scored a major deal, but I cannot defend this song. “Coconut Juice?” The hell. The people I know that would appreciate a song like this are Mary Anne and the Skipper — and Mary Anne is more of a weed head.
Where did he get that from? Is that some beach front property beverage or something? Oh I get it: The coconut is filled with Goose, right?
Ok, that has to be it. Then again, he’s on Lil’ Wayne’s label, so it could be full of ‘Tussin, which in that case, would explain where he got the idea of this song.
What I liked about my fellow skinny man (we stick together) is that he seemed different. But if this is what he’s going to come out with, someone call T-Pain. Coconut Juice? For real?
Is it appropriate to bring young children to Happy Hour these days? I know this has nothing to do with pop culture, but oh well — live a little.
So, I’m at a Mexican restaurant that I was told had a decent Happy Hour (lies, but that’s a separate issue) and I notice the table behind me has a big baby contraption (I forgot what those things are called) in the booth and some newborn is sitting idle as mommy and daddy get lit.
I’m thinking this isn’t in good taste. Am I alone?
Directly next to them at the mini-table is another pair of adults with a child that looks like she’s no older than 5 watching her mom woof down some big margarita. After I get up to order more drinks (the waiter was slow and being a hater), I turn around and see the kid licking the lime from her mother’s margarita glass.
Maybe it’s just me, but if you’re going to give your kid likka to fall asleep, grab a can of beer and sneak it into their juice cup at home like decent people. (No: I’m never done this myself. You ain’t locking me up for nothing, nah.)
And beside those people was another kid with her parents. I’m wondering are kids these days that bad you have to go straight from picking them up from school to picking out your favorites from the drink menu.
I have a niece, whom I adore, but I’d never bring her to the bar section amidst a bunch of buzzed people – some of whom just got off who headed to Happy Hour with the hopes of getting off.
Then again, I suppose it could be worse: Those parents could’ve been like these fools and gave a toddler a blunt. (No they’re not Black. Stop that.)
