
Despite the shade that is often thrown around on this site about what women, including Queen Latifah, do behind the closed doors of their bedrooms and sleazy hotel rooms for the weekend, let the record indicate that in this house I believe that what a woman does with her vagina, or strap-on, is her business.
If you want to go and sleep with as many men as you can within a 24-hour time span and allow their semen to marinate inside your panties like Kobe Bryant’s accuser that’s your God given right.
Now that I have made sure I didn’t offend any hoes sugar babies, allow me to add this minor detail: Just recognize that you are opening yourself for shade. If you’re cool with that, you’re cool with me! Let’s play Words With Friends.
But first, let’s bypass this awkward item. Aspiring rapper Hazel-E has a story to tell.
For the sake of the hip-hop culture I say aspiring rapper because I can’t categorize what she does as rhyming but I applaud her efforts. But I digress.
I’m far from an industry professional but me no think it would be wise to allow Hazel-E to participate in this type of interview this early in her career, especially since it will serve as her first formal introduction to audiences in most cases. Shame on her publicist. Teairra Mari should know better.
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