george-michael-faith_lI always loved George Michael–from when he was wearing coochie cutters with WHAM!, grinding on Aretha Franklin, masturbating in public, came out and went on record saying he was scared to get an HIV test–shit who isn’t? I am a true fan. This song still gives me chills when I listen to it…I mean, “That’s all I wanted, something special, something sacred in your eyes. For just one moment, to be warm and naked at your side.” WHAT? OOOOH-WEEEE. Granted, I was in fifth grade when this dropped, so I wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about per se, but it still made me WARM and fuzzy inside. not to mention GM looked really sexy in this video. The second to last shot when she is walking down the catwalk and he is there just looking at her…DAMN!

This model chic played herself in this video. Back then, he could have been my daddy ANYTIME! Now, not so much, but we definitely could go to Vlada together and get wasted.


012762_11The Boomerang soundtrack was the ish, but this song was the STANDOUT! PM Dawn was always a little strange, with their flower power mantra and hippie glasses. Not quite the mold of black masculinity at that time–Public Enemy, X-hats and “By Any Means Necessary, that’s probably why I loved them so….. I had this crush on this boy–who will remain nameless and you couldn’t have told me that this song was not written for me and my teen angst. I was a tortured soul even back in 1992.

ciaraYeah, yeah, this isn’t really a THROWBACK per se, it came out a few years ago, but this is my blog, so I do what I WANT. Say what you want about Ciara–no talent, she has a penis, etc. This video, that pelvis thing that she is doing (Don’t try it at home, I almost fell off the wall and broke my hip,) and just the song in general is HOT.

Play this for me and my clothes are instantly coming off. I’m kidding momma..sort of.

No, telling yo personal business is not just relegated to jump offs, gold diggers or people of color. Levi Johnston, aka Bristol Palin’s baby daddy, is on a MEDIA BLITZ to destroy the Palin name! Ok, Sarah already did that when charged all those clothes at Barney’s, told Katie that she could see Russia from her backyard and that embarrasment called a debate when Biden ripped her a new hole. Johnston was on Lacefront baby hair The Tyra Shrow the other day and CBS this morning complaining about how the Palins won’t let him see his son, Tripp, how they treated him badly after the election, why he and his wifey broke up and how they think his family is trashy.

Yo, you know that when the Palins are considered “snobby” and call someone PO’ WHITE TRASH, it’s official, Johnston’s parents must be first cousins or possibly half siblings.

Here he is, SNITCHIN’ and getting his story out there….I love a snitcher. I wouldn’t be surprised if the RNC put him up to this to make sure that hillbilly doesn’t run in 2012.

Click here to see his CBS interview–for whatever reason, the coding for the video isn’t working-sorry!

Hey numb nuts Levi, next time USE A CONDOM and you won’t have this problem. Not getting people pregnant = FREEDOM TO DO WHAT YOU WANT plus using rubbers reduces your risk of contracting an STD. Just think about it…


So, a few months ago my roommate and I were watching Oxygen’s Snapped (a show about how women who have gone crazy mostly ’cause a man has driven them to that point) when we stumbled across this utter fuckery called Unbathed Hoebags The Bad Girls Club. This show houses 8 of the stupidest, sluttiest, craziest, will-fight-you-in-a- second skanks. And I hate to say that about women, but I’m gonna have to call it like I see it–all they do is drink, smoke, fight and hook-up. There are the Ambers–two blondes who like to hide gummie bears in everything to piss everyone off; Sarah, who used to posed for Playboy like years ago who looks like she only bathes once a week; Ailea, who I strongly believe is missing a chromosome, is torn between a man her own age and a 45 year old she met on the Internet; Tiffany is the Newport-chain smoking token black girl who thinks she is really hard, but could easily be punked by Paris Hilton; Whitney, who comes from Boston, is just filler and I can’t understand anything she is saying; Kayla, the quintessential hood rat who left the show after one of the Amber’s wouldn’t let her pull her ho card and actually fought back; and finally Ashley, the Seattle chic who everyone originally hated on cause she had big boobs, a sugar daddy and hogged all the male attention.

I had to stop watching it, because that coupled with my Jack Daniels were depleting just too many of my brain cells.

What is the premise of this crack pipe? Does someone win a prize at the end of the season, like a $100 gift certificate to Strawberry? Do they have jobs or internships like on The Real World, mentoring strippers or ex-Penthouse centerfolds? Do they get two semesters free at their local cosmetology school? I could see if this was like Starting Over and they had some life coaches who were trying to make a difference, but these women are just RUNNING WILD WITH NO CAUSE. Someone tell me why is this show even on! And does Oprah know about it? Why she is on her show yelling at Rihanna for getting back with Chris Brown, she needs to grab them producers and have a private conversation about this ridiculousness and stop having shows that portray woman like dumb horny useless sluts. BOO HARPO!

What can I say? I was thinking about someone in particular today.

I know that some of you are not into light-skinned dudes, YOU NEED TO GET OVER THAT STAT because Coby is an Adonis.

In the spring of 2003, a friend and I were taking advantage of the nice weather so we decided to walk from 109th and Broadway to Lincoln Center, which is about 66th and Broadway. We were chatting and laughing when this tall brother with a bald head caught my eye. This man, who I did not see his face was crossing the street wearing shorts and a tank top dribbling a basketball, I knew he was the one. Then he turned around and smiled, and I realized that it was Coby Bell, who at the time was on Third Watch.

WHEN I SAY HIS SMILE LIT UP THE WHOLE DAMN STREET, I ALMOST WENT BLIND. It was surreal. I thought I was having an out of body experience. He is so fine that you would actually consider selling your mother back into slavery to be with him.

Catch my boo on The Game every Sunday or until it gets canceled.

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