Archive for March, 2007

FYI . . .

FYI . . .

Did you know that Golden Brooks is contractually obligated to look like a piece of piping hot shit at any events non-related to the CW? It’s true, I have the documents right here on my desk to prove it.

Gosh I love this woman. She makes this my job so much easier.

Christina Milian, Lauren Conrad (my inner Becky can’t get enough of The Hills), Meagan Good, David Banner and others all came out to the Oakley Women’s Eyewear Launch Party in West Hollywood last night.

It’s pretty bad when Lil’ Jon comes to a party looking better than you, Golden.


Sharpton, Simmons And Others Will March Against Tony Yayo

Sharpton, Simmons And Others Will March Against Tony Yayo

Al Sharpton, Russell Simmons, Dr. Benjamin Chavis and other community and religious leaders are planning a march to protest the alleged actions of G-Unit rapper Tony Yayo.

Billed as a “call to action and public grievance,” the rally is planned for Monday as a response to the artist’s alleged assault on the 14-year-old son of hip hop rival Jimmy “Henchman” Rosemond, head of Czar Entertainment.

Yayo, whose real name is Marvin Bernard, pleaded not guilty on Sunday to misdemeanor charges of harassment and endangering the welfare of a child. He is accused of repeatedly pushing and smacking James Rosemond and causing injury to his ear and face.

Since everyone is in the mood to walk it out, I hope they do the same for Shaquanda Cotton, the 15 year old girl who sentenced to 7 years in prison for shoving a hall monitor at her high school.

I’ve been meaning to march in protest againt Yayo since he said that “ladies tell the truth you know I’m cute” bullshit on “So Seductive.” Fight the power, ya’ll.

Diddy, The 30 Hour Love Machine

Diddy, The 30 Hour Love Machine

Sean “Diddy” Combs has some potent staying power. The rap impresario is apparently also a sexual maestro: he claims to have had sex for 30 straight hours.

Combs, discussing his romantic stay in Paris with his girlfriend Kim Porter, told the London Mirror: “As soon as we landed, we went straight to the Eiffel Tower, drank champagne at the top and just kissed and kissed. Then we went up to my suite and had tantric sex for at least 30 hours, ordering up whipped cream and strawberries while we were at it.”

Combs, who is not given to modesty, added, “As meticulous as I am with my work, I’m more meticulous with lovemaking. I like to do it for a long time.”

Combs then toured the city of love with Porter, the mother of his four-month-old twin girls. “After leaving our hotel, me and Kim were driven down the Champs-Elysees in my Mercedes Maybach at 4 a.m., with music playing in the background and we saw so many beautiful sights together.”

Despite his romantic feelings towards Porter, he’s not prepared to get hitched, explaining that he “would love to get married” but he “isn’t ready yet.” (source)

Didn’t he talk about how meticulous his love making was in his Vibe cover story a few months back? Give it a break, Sean.

[Thanks Tamara]

Baked Chicken

Baked Chicken

Pictures via CL

I’m so glad I decided to stay my ass close to home and party instead of wasting valuable gas taking a trip down to West Palm for Spring Bling. The possibility of being able to watch Jim Jones and Rich Boy’s sexy bodies bask and bake in the sun just wasn’t enough to coax me to make that fantastic voyage. But if I knew this piece of sweet action was going to be in town I would’ve changed my mind. Too little too late.

Concrete Loop
and SOHH has you covered until the taped shows air on BET April 5 through 8.

Vida’s Loose Rap

Vida’s Loose Rap

This is so lame that it doesn’t really deserve an entry but hey, I’m bored.

Vida brought her backside to “Tha Goodfellas Radio Show” on L.A.’s 93.5 KDAY and attempted to blast back at The Game, who had earlier called her a “music video ho,” among other graphic insults, in his hit song “Wouldn’t Get Far.”

Unfortunately for MC Vida, she decided to exact her revenge in rap form. In a Federline-esque monotone, she blasts, “Wednesday is male strip night so I don’t hear from Game” and “Don’t know why you’re texting me ’cause women ain’t your preference.”

This is just the latest in a string of hip-hop feuds involving The Game, who also battled with 50 Cent and the son of late rap legend Eazy-E. Vida claims that someone once hacked her cell phone. (source)

*I am not liable for any sudden ear injuries associated with listening to Vida Guerra’s “freestyle.”

The "Say Something Nice" Challenge

The “Say Something Nice” Challenge

Arsenio Hall

Candids: Aunt Viv

Candids: Aunt Viv

Fresh off her DUI charged Aunt Viv attended a party at celebrity hot spot Mr. Chow last night. Thank God she wasn’t driving. Correct me if I’m wrong but shouldn’t she be planting some trees or doing some other type of meaningless damage control instead of partying? Guess not.

Ya’ll already know I have absolutely no tolerance for drunk driving so screw her AND that kitchen ass weave on top of her head. Thanks.

Here’s Looking At You Kid

Here’s Looking At You Kid

K-Ci @ Macy Gray’s album release party

Y’know, rappers need to throw this cat a, erg, bone. Every time you turn around R.Kelly is singing loud and not saying a damn thing different then what he was talking about in ‘93. K-Ci actually embraces his old man in the club status instead of trying to run away from it. Now that’s some shit I for one can actually appreciate.

Don’t get me started on his influence on the younger generation of R&B artists. I know I’m not the only one who heard how Omarion straight swagger jacked son’s “yeah yeah yeaaah!” on “Ice Box.” It ain’t hard to tell.

Since crap artists are always trying to emulate Pac you would think they would give him a break and put him on a remix. He made it fly for skinny niggas suffering from rotisserie chest syndrome to feel confident enough to take their shirts off on stage (ahem, T.I. and Rich Boy) and he can’t even get on a hook? Nothing? But at the same time they are quick to throw Jodeci on their little top 25 videos on BET. I straight scoff at you knee grows.

I would hate to see his career end with him singing in the parking lot of Wendy’s on some Notorious B.U.M. shit. That ain’t right man. One day when I dabble in the rap game (’cause its an 80’s baby requirement) I won’t forget about dude. More sessay pictures of Mr. Hailey at the party under the cut.



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