Archive for September, 2007

So Tyra . . .

So Tyra,

Would this wig pass that fan test you were talking about last week? I vote no.

Ho’ing Is The Best Thing Going

Ho’ing Is The Best Thing Going

The stomach churning sexual exploits of good ol’ Superhead are making headlines again. I would be ashamed of myself if I had that many miles on my snatch but to each its own. Here are a few of my favorites. Brace yourself, you’re going to need a pap smear after this.

Via NYDN:

- Mike Tyson, she writes, “loves the same way he fights: hard and rough. His kisses are like uppercuts, and his lovemaking is like a title match. And as he proved against Evander Holyfield, Mike Tyson is a biter. His passion manifested through pain as … I endured the extreme force of his 200-pound frame colliding into mine, he kissed, sucked and bit me overzealously. I was in excruciating pain as we continued in this manner for several hours. At the end, I was covered in bruises and bite marks and vowed to never have sex with him again.”

- She denounces those vicious rumors that she came between Eric Benet and Halle Berry, and Chris and Malaak Rock. She also maintains she didn’t have sex with Whitney Houston’s husband, Bobby Brown, though she says, “I kept Bobby close to my heart.” Meeting after a time apart, “he embraced me as I whispered, ‘I love you,’ and he returned, ‘I love you, too.’” But she says Brown later told “me I had done nothing for him, while he was sleeping in my home, eating my food, driving my car and spending my money.” After a tryst with Ray J, she told Brown that the rapper claimed he’d added Whitney’s name to his bedpost. “I could hardly wait to get the news out, to tear [Bobby's] heart apart and hurt him the way he hurt me, I wanted him to go to bed that night with the image of his wife with another man.”

- Jamie Foxx told her, “Damn, you’re pretty!” when they met. “When Jamie Foxx offers to massage your body at four in the morning, after a bottle of Champagne and two shots of Patron, it’s hard to say no,” she writes. However, Jamie soon figured out she was “that Karrine.” Foxx ran in the other direction, leaving the author “depressed. Jamie had no idea that he made me cry all the way home and in the days that followed.”

- Comic Bill Maher delivered her greatest heartache. “In January of 2006, Bill and I split. Three days later, I suffered an emotional breakdown and was sent to the hospital for psychiatric observation. I cut my wrists and started drinking myself into an emotional tailspin. At the end of the night, the love of my life was gone and so was my son, Naiim,” taken away by Child Services.

King Latifah Cleans Up Well

King Latifah Cleans Up Well




You can say what you want to about Mr. Eat Em Up, Beat Em Up Queen Latifah on her off days but when it all comes down to it she knows how to get her shit together when she is out in the public spotlight. Earlier today she signed copies of her new album Trav’lin’ Light at the Virgin Megastore in Times Square. Check out her interview with Clay Cane over at Vibe.com

Something In The Milk Ain’t Clean

Something In The Milk Ain’t Clean

will.i.am Album Release Party for “Songs About Girls”

I’m just saying, doesn’t will.i.am remind you of that kid who always asked to borrow a pencil but when he gave it back it looked like one of Mike Vick’s pitbulls just got finished gnawing on it? Or maybe that’s just me. Either way that boy ain’t right! He always looks like he JUST got finish licking a window. It’s always a pleasure to see what direction Jamie Foxx’s hairline is going to move in today.

Know When To Say No To A New Nose

Know When To Say No To A New Nose

After looking at these promo flicks of Salt-N-Pepa for their upcoming VH1 reality show my day just took a turn for the worse. WHY IS PEPA WALKING AROUND LOOKING LIKE LETOYA LUCKETT AUNT VIV? I need Sanjaya to comfort me right now.




Let It Go, Keyshia

Let It Go, Keyshia



Keyshia Cole @ her album release party

Keylolo has been showing some positive improvements in the style department lately, so I was going to let this fashion faux pas slide. But you know I couldn’t let her off the hook that easy. Hiking up a pair of Nefeteria’s maternity pants and pairing it with a wrestling belt is hardly in vogue but I don’t blame you honey, I blame your stylist.

Bored.

Bored.

I just want to say that the lady in the pink hat has made me re-evaluate my entire closet. I have got to incorporate a pink hat and sandals in my Fall wardrobe. But damn, Ma’s feet are longer than Staten Island.

Crunchy Black’s daddy, is that you in the red? Get me bodied if so.

So who have this crowd of hotness came to see?



Fonzworth Bentley! Fonzie has gone from tickling Diddy’s balls with a pink feather boas to dishing out fashion advice. In his new book,”Advance Your Swagger,” the former personal assistant helps you “step up your game, advance your swagger, get ahead, and live out your dreams.”

I have gone on record several times on this site voicing my displeasure with metrosexuals. Well I am here today to tell you that was just the salt in sugar. I could care less if a man wants to walk around smelling like Victoria’s Secret strawberry and champagne body splash. Rather that than spoiled meat. Don’t mind me, go on and enjoy your facials and pedicures.


Usher Fragrance Launch

Usher Fragrance Launch




Usher is still on his mission to have the entire world smelling like horse piss and split pea soup. I bet he was walking up to people spraying them with that shit like the perfume peddlers at the flea market. Last night he held a star-studded party for his men’s and women’s fragrance in New York City. Here’s some inside scoop about what went down at the party.

Just wanted to say - even though Usher’s momma was in attendance, she was near her (young) boo and younger son James the whole time. Usher was super-social with all of us beauty editors, which was a bit weird, but whatever. He made a secial point to shout-out his momma every chance a microphone came his way, dedicating the scents to her, blah blah blah. Tameka showed up hella late, hella preggers, though looking quite fab in 4-inch heels and a gray mini-dress. I get into her maternity style game.

Oh, and you could still slice the tension in the room with a knife when those two (momma & Meka) walked right past AND ignored each other a few times. They may have made nice for a camera or two, but don’t believe the hype.




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