WHO'S GOT THE JUICE NOW?

Okay, I'm not sure wtf is goings ons. Either I'm channeling the dead or the psychic abilities I prayed for as a kid have finally kicked in. This past weekend I was talking to babygirl about MJ and how he moved people in a way that surpassed the pope. And with B on tour and in my town this week I've mentioned his name @ least once a day. She laughed her ass off when I told her how the fans would fall out and go into this cult-like trance. I pulled this clip on the tizuube since she wanted proof and shiiit, I was hypnotized my damn self. While I never made it to a MJ performance the energy is undeniable! He truly filled me up. Ayo Beyonce, you got The Juice now.

MY BOTTOM BITCH

"The Latest, Greatest Murda Mami"

oh yea, she's killin' em 1-by-1 & I love love love that niggas don't know who the fluck she is. Keep these hoes guessin MissAmber!

POP FICTION

Getting back to the idea of purity, you finished this album in three weeks. Are you creating without thinking about it as much now?
Yeah, but when you say don’t think about it... People say, “He’s a pop singer now,” and I’m like, Yes, correct! They’re like, “It sounds like he wrote this in five minutes,” and I’m like, You’re right, it took me five minutes! Is something better if it took five years than if it took five minutes? I feel like all the words are in you, you’re just blocking yourself, you’re blocking your creativity. Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you. So many people try to put their personality on someone else. Especially me, they try to suggest what I should do. What I want people to realize at this point is, I don’t give a fuck. That’s why I made this album. I’m using Auto-Tune because I don’t give a fuck. I like the way it sounds. This is the way I’ma put my shit up, this what I like the most.
-Kanye, Fader Magazine

TO EAT OR NOT TO EAT...

I came across this clip by mistake, which happens to be one of my favorite Chris Rock jokes. I always wondered if it was real and well here it is. One of the questions us girls always discuss when it comes to the lockdown is how long before a man goes to the other side to satisfy his desires. The consensus is usually 2.5 average. ?Que piensas?

VICKY CRISTINA BARCELONA

The only bullshit thing about Vicky Cristina Barcelona was the slip of paper they call a movie ticket. I really need high-priced Landmark Theatre to step their shit up before I start printing my own gotdamn ticket stubs. We all caught the 7pm show and some of us accidentally threw the $10.50 slips of paper away, mistaking them for flimsy valet receipts. But enough of that. If I had to end my summer with a movie that left me full, this was it. One of my favorite discussions surrounds the theory of monogamy. While there are few animal species that form a lifelong union, I don’t believe that humans were meant to be in that 3-5%. Divorce rates, violent deaths due to infidelity, Cheaters, you feel where I’m going? Like religion, we sometimes get swept away into this standard of true love, forcing us to impose our jealousies and possessiveness onto a person who belongs to no one but her/himself. Dismantling any convictions about love you had prior to its viewing, Vicky Cristina proves that there are many. And as my boy Larenz put it, or was it Isaiah, love is what you make it. I mentioned before that Scarlett is my BB but gave little spotlight to MissCruz (4.28). Remember how awesome Gothika was and while brief, Penelope stole the shine from Halle. It’s the same with Vicky Cristina! She steps on the scene and every other character loses some of their luster, including the confident, desirable, sexual being called Juan Antonio played by Javier Bardem. Her Latina spice and humor make this cinematic experience complete. For 96m I was in Barcelona, spying on these people’s lives, loves, lack thereofs, feeling very much alive. The plots are intricate, yet so believable and the cast executes w.out force. {I know, I’m way too serious.} But there are so many moments where we read their faces and know that Penelope, Scarlett and Javier are in the moment. Was I the only one who wanted the 3some to succeed? Was Cristina afraid of taking it there, accepting that her relationship consisted of a unit that actually worked? Or was she simply trying shit out until it was time for the next adventure? The answer is D. All of the above. Lots of laughs, lots of creamin’ and lots of what ifs, thanks Woody for making me feel.

THE EVOLUTION of "NO HOMO"

When I tell em "Roll up, niggas betta roll up!" No, please roll up the nearest blunt, sumthin is seriously wrong wit this WillHatcher fella'. Much luck in your career with comedy.

YOU CAN DO IT TOO

Yo, I luv this lil' boy I swear I do, but why does every article and mixtape have to announce to us peasants that MrWilliams has this eclectic taste when it comes to high fashion? Like, he's this martian whose goal is to enlighten us on what's fashionably acceptable. Boy, have a seat! No, for real especially wit' that purple Haut a Courroies Hermes bag that you can't pronounce. Author of Bling, Erica Kennedy asks him the price. "That would be tacky," Phareal responds, but then goes on to tell us that one would run as much as a high-end Mercedes.

Underneath his yearning to time travel to the crack era, he is one of hip-hop's genius, but my favorite was the photo shoot. Either my bookie was suffering from allergies or he finally came down with that gay man's gaze, {you've seen it} when the eyes seem to have this layer of satin dreaminess. And while I enjoyed his commentary on the Lebron/Gisele cover, wtf is up with this constant urge to namedrop he & MissWintour's "boy toy" relationship. You and he got enough airtime in the Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton doc. We see you and the verdict's in: You're on some ova shit.

Aural Inspiration:
In My Mind: The Prequel - A Gangsta Grillz Extra

A STORY OF BETRAYAL OR COMMON SENSE?

THE DEEPER THE COVER, 

THE DARKER THE SECRET.

A film by Bill Duke

Always skeptical when a new Black indie film hits the market, I heard that BillDuke (2.26) (Menace to Society, "you know you fucked up?") dropped a straight to dvd joint about the down low, exploring the ramifications where leading a double life is concerned and how it ruins a woman's perspective on love, family and relationships. I usually give a flic fifteen minutes before I decide if it's a keeper or accidentally scratch the disc so that the return will go smoothly. Five minutes into Cover I was hooked. The movie opens with Valerie Maas played by Aunjanue Ellis (In Too Deep, Ray) as the prime suspect for the murder of a famous singer, Ryan Chambers (Leon). I won't give too much away although a smart cookie can piece together the puzzle after the first half...most of it anyway. Valerie's naivete' and outlook is like most women who ignore the signs of a man who is, well suspect. I've ignored them in more instances than I care to remember, but who am I to judge or pull out my gaythermometer any time I sense a little femininity? If I did that, then every boyfriend--past, present and future share the DL gene. But no seriously, it's quite obvious in the movie and in reality that the signs are almost always evident. However, it is a woman's right to know if the man you trust and love likes a little pudding on his stick. Reiterated, the right to know, the right to share the experience (sometimes a man can have his cake and eat it too), or the right to walk away. When the world gets over the idea of two men together and acknowledges the fact that we are all curious and attracted to one another in this big ol' gay world, then the so-called DL epidemic won't be too hard to swallow. Until that happens, let a mafucka know. 

Aural Inspiration: 

Dru Hill, What Are We Gonna Do 

{Ummm, was I the only one who thought this was an ode to a D.L. love affair that could never be}