Since I value the vocal sanctity of greats such as Kim Zolciak, Sheree Whitfield and Countess LuAnn I ruled that it was in my best interest not to lend an ear to Amber Rose’s new track, “Fame.” Suze Orman refers to this type of discernment as walking in your truth.

So, here are a few photos of the pseudo singer whoring for propaganda and loosies at LAX on Monday night. Kthxbi!

Your requests for Diddy’s youngest concubine to stick to showcasing her new breasts for photographers have been denied!

In the 30 second clip (that could seamlessly double as a cosmetics commercial) for Cassandra’s new video “King of Hearts” the premiere vocalist of Mouf Breeva’s dog pound fiercely hits her marks, plays with fire and embeds fear in the souls of all men watching. It’s a teaser. That mean there’s more to come.

Casual and comfy Hollywood’s numero uno non-aggressive stud Queen Latifah made a quick coffee shop run on Thursday in Los Angeles.

Ever since Bobby Brown told y’all the truth about Roni, R&B singers have unfortunately felt as if they, too, can indulge in their dreams of rap stardom. Usher tried it and failed. So has Trey Songz who often gives cocky trade in heat tease when rapping.

Now Christopher Maurice Brown is doing his part to prove that R&B singers need to stick in their designated lane. He’s not bad or anything if you’re into a flow that sounds like it belongs to Kanye West’s third cousin. It’s just that when you’re already the pampered prince of pop + lock, why do you have to spit hot fire, too? Breezy says he’ll be dropping a hip hop mixtape before his next album. Yeah, I’ll be later than a drag queen’s imaginary period for that.

‘Hawthorne’ star Jada Pinkett Smith conveniently left out all of the relationship advantages of using strap-ons and breathable ball-gags when she posted the above picture to her Facebook profile on Friday with the following caption: “This is how you keep your man in check ladies. Have a great weekend!”

@youngsinick: Chris Brown looks like a cast member of Ducktales with blond hair.

FRESH: I don’t get it.

@youngsinick: He’s . . . Like I don’t think he’s gay, but he dips, he likes all that Euro pop shit, dyes his hair blonde, and now wears make up. Who is he supposed to be? Dumber David Bowie?

FRESH: Is this Karrueche’s doing?

@youngsinick: Don’t blame her. She’s probably like whatever as long as he still gets it up.

A mother will defend her child to the very end. And by the very end I mean logging on Twitter to bomb first Makaveli style about her young.

Youngsinick: This is why old people belong on Facebook. Or on a typewriter.

Fresh: “Annointed” what though?

Youngsinick: That crazy woman thought Michael Jackson died so Chris Brown could fuck up every second chance he got.

Fresh: Joyce fucking up.

Youngsinick: That’s why they keep snatching her ‘net privileges away. She must have snuck on again.

Fresh: That I Still Love The 90’s pose in her icon came with a copy of Do You Wanna Ride by Adina Howard.

Youngsinick: I was just thinking she’s trying to give it. Trying to fetch Chris Brown a new step daddy.

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Pop singer Christina Aguilera’s kitchen attention grabbing kitchen ass hair extensions from the check-out counter at Claire’s and ill fitting funeral day suit was the least of her problems at Super Bowl XLV. Before the Lil’ Wangs on the table could get room temperature, the former Mouseketter manage to flub through Francis Scott Key’s best selling ringtone during her game opening National Anthem performance.

“What so proudly we watched at the twilight’s last reaming,” she belted about one minute into the song, to the bewilderment of somber Super Bowl fans. What should have come next: “O’er the ramparts we watch’d, were so gallantly streaming.”

”I got so caught up in the moment of the song that I lost my place,” Christina shared in a statement to JustJared.com. “I can only hope that everyone could feel my love for this country and that the true spirit of its anthem still came through.”

Thou shall not get hair styled while an episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta is on.

Gospel singer Ann Nesby is a walking example of what happens when you leave Grandma down at Sheniqua’s Track Masters salon unattended. What is suppose to be a routine press and curl can quickly turn into a Jenny Jones makeover.

The Alabama Leprechaun meets Busta Rhymes circa ‘96 look may be a bit much for some people but Ann is working and twerking for her Lord. Tabernacle! More flicks of her at Essence’s Black Women In Music event on Wednesday under the cut.

Bell pepper shaped noses all around, I love it.

Fueled by raw emotion and disappointment over his album sales, Chris Brown finally pulled the trigger and deleted his Twitter on Monday. And amazingly enough, the world didn’t stop spinning. His cyber meltdown couldn’t come at a better time for, um, some people. The January issue of  GQ featuring a topless Barbadian [Look ma, no tattoos!] hits newsstands today and the video premiere of her latest single “Hard” drops on Thursday. Whoring for propaganda is the new black and this girl wears it well. We all need to add an album full of crotch shots to our Facebook accounts!

Courtesy of Rihanna Daily