"the hills" is trying to kill me.

i am MORE than tuning in for this new season, babygirls. i just live for these bitches. and by "bitches" i mean justin bobby.

I add a muthafucka so you ignant' niggas hear me...

Lauryn Noel Hill. I love you.

"For two or three years I was away from all social interaction. There was no music. There was no television. It was a very introspective and complicated time because I had to really confront my fears and master every demonic thought about inferiority, about insecurity or the fear of being Black, young and gifted in this Western culture. It took a considerable amount of courage, faith and risk to gain the confidence to be myself. I had to deal with folks who weren’t happy about that. I was a young woman with an evolved mind who was not afraid of her beauty or her sexuality. For some people that’s uncomfortable. They didn’t understand how female and strong work together. Or young and wise. Or Black and divine."

Oh yea, muthafucka. Happy BHM.

dreamgirls

on the campaign trail with rep. sheila jackson lee and the supremes' mary wilson

alas, it was not i who witnessed this righteous tête-à-tête.

i don't have the energy for you, bill o'reilly.

i'll let soror star handle this one.

via ybf.

(baby)girl interrupted

as i studied the march issue of bazaar, i was wowed by all the spring specials that are so hot right now. needless to say, i like pictures and i love fashion--but i'm an english major. i need más gasolina. lo and behold--a couple pages down from fendi was "female rivalry." sucked in immeeeeediately.

in the 7th grade, i fought this girl because, well, she was threatening me and i had no choice. but really because i was super cool with her boyfriend, and apparently that was not okay. my options were to throw the first blow, or wait for what i knew was inevitable judging by the jealous ire in her green eyes. needless to say, i was hanging out at home for the next coupla days. (she got in-house suspension. ha!)

recently, my friend invited me to his school's "alpha ball" which was really no ball at all, as it was in love nightclub and full of babygirls who inspired abt 467 "waaaait, whaaaaats" in my head. anywho, i hung out with him and his friends at his hotel post-party, mad platonically, only to be passively berated by a jealous ex-girlfriend who made a fool out of herself trying to assert her "relation" to my bud. a mess!

i kept mum, laughing to myself, and said not a word to my friend abt it. he texted me the next day like "i was so embarrassed, lboogie. she was wildin' and she never acts like that. i guess it's because you were there. anyway, thanks for being a lady about it. that's why i love you." checkmate.

"female rivalry" by philippa gregory (pg 378, go there) hit it right on the head. gregory is the author of the other boleyn girl--which tells the story of two sisters fighting for the affection of King Henry VIII. scarlett and natalie will play the parts in the upcoming silver screen production. in her article, gregory explains, "rivalry is written into the very nature of being a woman." she ain't neva lied. but what's different in my case is that i wasn't even competing. liiiiiike, whaaaaaat? please believe gregory has a solution for that, as well. she offers, "it is the final strike in the battle between adversaries when one says to the other, You may have won this, but I don't even want it." and let the church say amen.

i have prided myself on ignoring semantics and focusing on the important things in life. it's 2008, babygirls--c'mon. i think of the feminist movement, when there wasn't even time to be worried abt what the next biddie was doing. or better yet what you thought she was doing. there was bigger shit to be handled. i'm tryna get this VOTE, bg!

offering a real deal synopsis of the situation, gregory ends on a note that really hit home:

"no wonder, then, that the first call of feminists was for women to be loyal to one another and to cease to compete for the admiration of men. perhaps the day will come when women put aside their rivalries for good. and perhaps one day lions will become vegetarians."

damn--i wish essence got a hold of this first.

greggie just might be onto something...

so I already expressed my deep affection for greg oden's blog. and I even tried to fry him a lil bit when he listed his favorite singers as: chris "breezy" brown and sammie.

now I know my old heads remember sammie coming to norland middle for an assembly in 8th grade. he had that hit "i like it" and please believe my fast ass liked it. when they were doing the question and answer session, and people asked stuff like what's your favorite color, I asked... what are you doing when you leave here? he said going to south carolina, blushed, and let me run to the stage to give him a hug.

however...

that was 8th grade and years later, i wonder what in the hell a huge man like greg oden was doing listing sammie as his favorite singer. shouldn't he like someone a lil more intimidating? what's up with these huge ball players being r&b thugs? is lebron singing, "with every kiss and every hug, you make me fall in love" before the cavs play the celtics??? but that's actually besides the point. sammie's adult self came out with an album sometime in 2006, which i missed. until dear greggie peaked my interest.

"girl i want your body... but first i need your mind" clearly miami music is having its best week ever here at RBG. shouts out to charles drew elementary. (as i resist the urge to give greggie his own category)

Spotted!

Rhi Rhi and Chris Brown. Gettin it in.

My Flyest Love

Just a taste - you've got to buy the mag for more. But is it wrong that I preferred when she was taking pics like this??...

cheers to you, static.

Steve "Static" Garrett from the much-loved 90s group playa died recently from a brain aneurysm. known more popularly for writing and producing our beloved babygirl aaliyah's "rock the boat," "we need a resolution," and "more than a woman," he also co-produced ginuwine's "pony" and truth hurts' "addictive." (i know y'all remember that hot mess of a babygirl.)

here's static below starring as the guy who gets the girl in the vid for one of my favorite songs ever. 6th grade dance, anyone?



RBGs send condolences to Static's family and friends.

babygirls know sports

you thought all we did was complain about school, fail at lent, sport fly shit, and show an undying appreciation of Plies. but that's only the beginning friends. i'm a girl and i like sports. swallow that.

Former Ohio State big man and now injured Portland Trailblazer Greg Oden is a Barack Obama supporter. This ain't exactly sports news, or politics news for that matter but... how did I know this??

Oh I know because Greg Oden blogs. Yea! Blogs. Though I am and always will be a Hoya/Hurricane, I feel like I can love this babygirl cause he's no longer a buckeye. And who doesn't love a 20 y/o first round draft pick who blogs?

Greg says:

"In the spirit of Christmas i wore a red valor (i dont know how to spell it) suit jacket. The first thing i hear when i walked into the arena was "what is that, velvet?" from Coming To America. I laughed so hard but i ended up hearing it like 10 more times in the night."

Yea, we know it's velour but we forgive you boo. for the mohawk too. and might I add, the tag 'Zamunda' fits perfectly. blog greggie blog!



In other sports news: the Miami Heat won a game.
To that I say: GP are you with me??

my birthday's a month from today...

mcQ by alexander mcqueen


"radioactive denim" by dior (come on! they're oooonly 6-hundo!)

other bitches just front.

The words bitch and fuck and shit and fucking fat bitch [this is one word, promise] constitute a FAT 50% of my vocabulary on an average day. Like my pal D’s elderly Italian neighbor who curses at everything [including inanimate objects], I find cursing helps me to most effectively communicate about the world.

Sue me.

I gave up cursing for Lent, but in an effort to appropriately introduce this babygirl, and because honestly speaking I’ve done it everyday since the onset of the Lenten season (sorry, JC), I bring you Leah, the most official bitch and genius behind Married to the MOB -- my guilty pleasure (along with run-on sentences.)


I’ll let her watch talk for her:

Growing up in a city like New York, you're only as good as the crew that you run with and the name of the label is Leah's tribute to the "Most Official Bitches," who through the ups and downs and highs and lows never failed to have her back. Design inspiration for the label is literally up from the streets of New York and its clubs, secret hang-out spots and smoke-filled parties, making MOB equal parts chic, smart-mouthed, and definitely not-to-be-messed with.

peep kloop's interview with the don dada herself:



I love love love where this bitch’s head is at. I also love my new uffie inspired MOB hoodie that just screams “get on my level.”

**BONUS-- I snagged this uffie track from a retired veteran in the game ::siiigh::, dctobc’s modi.

Enjoy!

we need your advice

which look should boogie rock to a special business mtng tomorrow?


both are on a G5 to bed-stuy fresh from Ghesquière's paris atelier, so think quick.

what up, noel!

can i borrow a dolla?

i'm convinced that konvict music/tallahassee-pain/dj khaled/ricky ross/fat joe/birdman/akon/lil' wayne/cool&dre are having their best week ever.

furthermore--did he refer to his homie on the phone as "boo?"
you be the judge.

and a word to the wise--don't do a video with t-pain. this babygirl steals the show every damn time. he can't help himself. and i don't want him to.

my girls rock Dior...

if you get the feeling that it's ALWAYS fashion week, that's b/c it pretty much is. we didn't post on milan (last week), but paris just started, and it's righteous.




i'm especially feeling johnny g's new ish for Dior. these looks make me think of what the RBGs would put on for a party (visions?) or a drunk.luxe brunch if they got dressed together with a case of Dom rosé and a few quick hits of a hi-quality bleez. as you can see, our bg chanel is gettin' it here, as per us'.

balenciaga and ysl just dropped, so more to come...

somebody just woke up...

...and a pox on my house.

um, would you mind moving over so we can get alexis' photo? thanks.

and now off to my 10:15. yeh, i'm pretty shameless.

hey, bossip.

oh bitch you want me dead.

So, I'm convinced law school wants me dead. Because I am certainly dying. Blogging whilst dying. There was a book about that once I think. I guess I have the flu... about a week after my hospital stint and just a few days after getting off pain medication. So while dying, who else but my favorite website emails me:

Sale on Michael Antonio Shoes

Mikey A. is the poor woman's Louboutin. I think. and thus.... I go on to live another day.

And no I ain't giving a link. Cause I'm a hater.

truth be told

now i'll be damnd if i signed up for a show where i'd be coerced by friends and family to reveal my darkest secrets to fox viewers (even for all the world's riches.) So, this is essentially what the contestants on moment of truth sign up for.

peep the most recent shambles:




"since you've been married, have you ever had sexual relations with someone other than your husband?"

walk away hoe, walk away.

now you know this dimwit really delved into the most profound pits of bitchassness in her soul to continue playing the game. And Frank the Tank [her boo] should've been home packing that hoe's belongings say 'bout 2 questions ago!

don't you know money can't buy you loove, simple biddie?

i'm just a soul whose intentions are good

baby, you understand me now
and sometimes you see that i'm mad
no one can always be an angel
when everything goes wrong, you see some bad
but i'm just a soul whose intentions are good
oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

nina. nina. nina!

i know we use the word righteous a lot, but it's just so damn...necessary.

as of late i've been having supreme issues with anger management. lemme rephrase, i have ZERO anger management. i was driving the other day and i got so pissed at DC drivers that i had to call my dad so he could repeat "3-2-1, 1-2-3, what the hell, is bothering me." shits you not. (clearly, i need to take a page out of amaris' book.)

anywho--you'd think i wouldn't test someone commonly referred to as "murda"--but alas, i'm me. thanks for not...err "kicking me in the forehead" is what i believe it was. yeh. thanks for not doing that.

and if you thought common was the originator of this masterpiece, kill yourself.

i love black people.

...this is still bhm, no?



With a cast like this trio [Debbie's directing] its no wonder Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is stirring up excitement among theater lovers. This banger, being previewed under "strictly limited engagement" premiered 2 weeks ago at Broadway's Broadhurst Theatre. These babygirls will go down in history as having taken part in the first African American production of the Tennessee Williams classic.

The babygirls in my family (my aunt and cousin) are indulging in the fabulosity that is this production as we blog.


best line of the joint:

Brick: Maggie, you are ruinin' my liquor.

..c'mon Maggie.

Don't you kinda love...

...when the white traffic/weather person comes on your local blazinHipHopnR&B station and is all awkward and shit addressing the DJ like, "Hey, Skillz... we have a nasty accident on 71-N that is backing things up to Reading Rd...."

just a humorous thought.

I mean we've all been thinking it...

Aight BG's I'm gonna keep it real... We know you're reading (and trust we are humble. happy. and some days shocked by the readership, shout-outs, dedications, emails, wall posts, blog rolls, face to face communicado, aim praises etc. etc.)

However.

Why don't you comment? Like how you gonna see me in the streets and tell me you visit... and not comment? Is Plies not good enough? How about wall-to-wall? We know you're HERE, but we don't know you HEAR. What type of bitchassness do you need to see to incite some sort of commenting riot?

Love,

Your RBGs

GOTdamnit zöe!

this righteous bg makes me love her more on the daily.
so much that my OCD ass will pardon the obese width of this vid.



take that, kanye. and a fat shout to brooklyn. flex drop a bomb on these hoes!

touché, murda. i know what you love.

hit it, don't quit it

i ain't even giving you bitches an option this time.

janet's new joint, discipline, drops today. and "luv" now being the third certified banger on the album, i urge you babygirls to COP THAT SHIT!

mattafack, i'm finna ... [get ready for this] ... buy the actual CD. i know, i know - "where they do that at?" - but i've been doin' it for a minute tho too. there's something i really like about physically owning an album, especially if the cover's hot. and just LOOK at that cover!

plus, as a righteous devotee to Misstianity, i always think twice before disobeying Miss Demeanor:

And to the bootleggers dubbin' the bootleg
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT!

now i'm about as loyal to the Jacksons as i am to the Clintons. Michael, Janet, RevJesse, whomeva.. i'm still bumpin' Invincible in the whip even. so as bitches are saying that "Janet's back..." what with the extreme hotness of "feedback" and such, tru babygirls know she never left. i been grindin to Damita Jo for a few straight years, and lawd, lawd that khia collabo! what up, tampa?!

Only for the righteous...

This babygirl is so righteous wikipedia is all that could suffice:

Mellody Hobson is the president of Ariel Capital Management, LLC, a Chicago investment firm managing over $14 billion in assets. She is also the Chairman of the Board of Trustees of Ariel Mutual Funds. Hobson is a regular contributor on financial issues to ABC's Good Morning America and a spokesperson for the annual Ariel/Schwab Black Investor Survey.

Babygirl is from the Chi, graduated from Princeton with a degree in South African Studies. She joined Ariel soon afterward as the firm's senior vice president and director of marketing until ascending to president in 2000.

Oh and did I mention her boo is Star Wars king George Lucas?

Get on her level.

how'd you feel? liberated.

“ [you non-bgs ] ain’t loyal” nothing beats a manicure and a healthy dose of peace of mind on a Sunday afternoon. How sweet. That plush, comfy blanket of dignity, self-respect and ‘I don’t take shit’ makes for the best night cap ever. Last night I downed a bucket of ben & jerrys brownie batter after getting my period and a bag of my stuff from his crib.

It pays to be subtle. Not elusive so as to avoid comprehension but a smart subtle that avoids detection. Restraining myself was a calculated practice. And then I peaced…this time for good.

I ain’t even flinch.

I artlessly held my tongue as if it were an intrinsic talent. Neglected to deliver my wrath of horrid insult with the most ease and b girl style to ever coexist. I’m worse than the Incredible Hulk meets Warrior Princess when on an angry tirade...just unstoppable. But this dry, unseasonably warm afternoon, I stopped myself.

‘I don’t take shit’ – this is true. And yet I found that this afternoon with so much on my mind to say, with so much shit to not take, I said nothing. I stared disrespect, inconsideration, falseness in the face…and said nothing.

Am I learning discretion?

on a less than discrete note:

"you're just not pretty enough"

this babygirl wants me dead.

bring me 2003 (updated)

I love music. Black music. Rap music. Yet the last two albums I bought were both Amy Winehouse – in the summer of 2007.
Do you even remember 2003??
Fuck any diva talk about who is the queen: this nigga right here? The Soul Machine.

I.I.I.I.I.I.I. waaannttttt You.You.You.You.You.You.You.
bought a good book and got all in it - tried a little yoga for a minute. but it won't let go. Tried to turn the sauna up hotter. drunk a whole jar of holy water. but it won't let go:
Had me laughing. and shagging. and crying. all at the same time:
And need I even Mention this classic banger??

If you know of a recent rap Album – not song, album that is worth my ten dolla … reply to this post or email mailto:righteousbabygirls@blogspot.com

A prize for the winner......

Conspiracist Theory

Now I'm no Conspiracist Theory- (yea I know- total inside joke)-

BUT...

never will I wake up to read:

"Word is that Jim Jones is engaged and has been sportin his fiancée around town."

Somebody wants me dead. Yea that's right, I love Joseph Guillermo Jones II. Now... it's ova.

O-V-A. ova.

Why is you libin' like this?

thx alot bossip

some early morning bobby for that ass

1. i shamelessly loved this song when it came out
2. because who can resist bobby's crack mouth?
3. c-murda--you see that " murder inc." logo bobby's tap dancing all over? i think he's trying to tell u something.
4. and also bc i secretly enjoy joie frying me every time i post abt you. righteousbabycakers.

not sure if it's the distance or something, but i can't figure out why im not hearing screams of: "waaiittt.... whaaaaattttttttt????!!!!!!!" reverberating from across the atlantic.

what in the , my best friend is your twin brother's baby momma FuCk?!

dear professor x,

your class starts at 8:50 a.m. i will never be on time.

love,
lboogie

I think it's better that I tell you now

You make the biggest mistakes. but you're so human. so imperfect. I find humanity to be one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in this world, perhaps second only to the birth of daija. I know I say I hate you but the only thing I hate are the worlds around us that won't let us be us and... just watch the grass grow. i'm in this constant tug-of-war with my heart and my mind and they sayin the same shit, but in different languages. I'm trying to figure out whether to deal with you in a slavic language or a romantic one. everything in your life is rough and difficult and my mind wants to deal with you in that way. I'm not the best at russian but I can say that I'm speaking to prove my loyalty. memph knows you're infatuated with me and though I've made many mistakes you have to know I'm trying to figure out how to speak to you properly. I never acknowledge what I do to take away from our possibilities but I think it's better that I tell you now. I'm sorry.

Meanwhile my heart speaks a romantic language, and it ain't even about romance. Not flowers, not candy, not movies... My heart just wants our nouns and verbs to agree. Wants us to stop dangling at opposite ends of the book and get on the same page. Don't fear my confidence in you and us, embrace it. I'm just tryna tell you, I'm for you. I've known it since we met in ancient egypt... I just need to get my mind and my heart to speak the same language.

howard dean is coming to georgetown

...but if he doesn't re-enact his famous "yaaah bitch yaaaah!" schpeel, i'm just not into it.



for more info click here.

spotted.

peep our lovely maddox leaving "the center for obesity surgery" just daaaays after my procedure. stars--they're just like us!

the place to B(G)

as usual, queen elton had the VIParty for the post-Oscar famous (especially in light of the absence of VF's soiree). here are a couple of the babygirls in attendance, lookin' fly as can be:










heidi and seal. perfection (as always).











zoe saldana(/amaris). don't really know who she is, but clearly she VI. upon a bit of research, babygirl dominican and was in one of the "pirates" sequels. i'm feelin' the big flower dress.













s.stone. still breathin'.

brick and lace--we don't hate you.

despite the forever 21 specials they're donning about the jamaican countryside, we like. twork then, babygirls!

thanks, kan'.

and I ain't even drunk though...

I don't dance when I'm sober... but I can be convinced.







Hold the Goose, add some tittays...

That's just a taste.
(Not that I'm biased or anything)

this post is not about beyonce.

fat shout to eriffs doin' it majorly--stage right.

these kids are no joke.

902

the inviting white bed almost envelops the rest of the bedroom. its down comforter and extra plush pillows sit proudly upon the frame, and the mahogany wood headboard announces its presence as the 3 pm sun shines through its slim openings. draped over the headboard are remnants of his life--his girlfriend's brassiere, his winter scarves, a hat. behind the bed, laying prominently on his windowsill, is a stolen NY street sign--UNIVERSITY PL. it's a neat room. the window gives an obstructed view of myrtle avenue--brown grass and broken windows and abandoned cars and young children.

at the foot of the bed is some sort of desk unit, where it appears that little to no work is completed. the white macbook sits among a single speaker, a gold trojan, a mini bottle of patrón filled with ashes, and other typical desk items--including pens. in the midst of all this, his mother's image is perched on one of the unit's tiers. she is frozen some time in the eighties. her skinny jeans, cat eyes and asymmetrical haircut convey her coolness. she is dancing with the camera. her photo offers some kind of serenity in a space reeking with the unholy pleasures of her son. yet her sly smile suggests that she knows exactly the company that her picture keeps.

behind his closet doors lay X amt of sneakers. they outshine the clothes, even tucked away in their neatly-kept boxes. no jackets. he has beautiful wood floors that don't make any noise. they just shine. the only thing missing from this apartment is some exposed brick. and maybe a plant.

burn it doooooown!

i have loved this woman ever since i saw her first as mother-sister in do the right thing. the sass with which she denied the mayor's (played by her deceased husband, ossie davis) romantic advances was just too much for me. she melted my cold heart as bed-stuy's resident mama who don't play that shit. and i was immediately sold when this 5'2" babygirl screeched "BURN IT DOOOOWN!" in reference to sal's pizzeria/host restaurant of much racial strife.

ruby dee, a harlem babygirl (born in OH--i see you, andre), has been one of the most consistently charming, relentlessly passionate, and selflessly hard-working actresses in america. her films span from their eyes were watching god, jungle fever, and american gangster, for which the academy granted her a "best supporting actress" nom.

she paraded classily around black hollywood with her boo ossie, another righteous harbinger of black thespis, and defined royalty long before nas got kelis' tatas tatted on his arm. ask about them. she's also my second favorite delta woman. andrea de flatbush being the clear taker-home of 1st place.

this babygirl IS black history. all hail.

It can't just be me...

So ever since I gave up skipping class for lent, I may have skipped class 4 times at least. And you know what I HATE. I hate when you go to the syllabus, do your reading for the day you come, I dunno, perhaps MONDAY FEBRUARY 25, 2008, and the professor starts talkin bout some shit you KNOW you ain't read. So you flip, calmly, yet frantically to find the page she's talking about. Naturally you go back 5 pages before the one you read.

No Bitch.

We don't give reading assignments in order. So you gotta sneak a peak at the person next to you's book and flip as if you did the reading from last class that the hoe is STILL ON. Then you further fuck yourself up by blogging about it during class, causing a gaping hole in your already porous notes.


Where they do that at?

remember the times you hung with the dimes?

"but i don't give a fuck
i ain't do it for the hype
i did it for the hustlers
for the ghetto
for their plight."

i love you andrea de flatbush.

it's unanimous!

cuba's general assembly unanimously selected raúl castro (right) to succeed his brother fidel as jefe.

you know how they do.

meet hugh.

he from milan, and as you can see, he righteous.

thank you, sartorialist.

She got it.

Is 2 pistols talkin bout this white woman? This BG GOT IT. My choice for WWW, this white woman is worth all 7 days. Why?


1. Her name is Diablo Cody.
2. She told Stuart Weitzman where to put his million dollar shoes
3. babygirl is killin these hoes.

tasty

meet gelila puck.

flipping through bazaar.com, i stumbled upon the eccentric beauty that is the right-hand-woman to everyone's favorite fine-dining divo, wolfgang puck.

i don't really know what she does other than socialize, but that's alright with me. my favorite people in life are saucy schmooozers.

here she is pictured with k. wash in all her RBG glory at a cocktail party at the Sunset Tower in LA. clearly i'm coveting an lboogie bottle. where they do that at??

and i am not mad at your swirl swag, boo. i am not mad at all.

eeeeeer.... aaaaah

I have this thing for New Yorkers I really do BUT.... everytime I see this woman... It's like that scene in Jason's Lyric:

Lyric: You keep tryna save a brotha that don't wanna be saaaaved.

I wanna save her though. No lie.

in the true sense of the word...

coincidentally enough, i can't think of a more accurate word to describe this beautiful babygirl than "righteous." after headlining everything from Gtown's gospel choir to my personal baby, a World AIDS Day fundraiser named UnityLIVE, this woman of God with the voice of an angel is currently studying at Harvard's Kennedy School of Government to make public policy work for the people again. the quality of this video isn't really good enough to convey her talent, but please believe you'd have goosebumps in person.

suffice it to say, BGs luhhhhhh marsha.

fiddy can do no wrong.

if you thought u loved this song when mos did it, you had no idea.



i love when this babygirl sings.

all you need is a bitch and a plan.

i love dipset. i really do. i found the jewel below freshman year, and it pretty much sealed the deal for me. watch our 2nd fave babygirls (fiddy is the clear winner) jimmy, cam, and juelz, navigate through the streets of london while pondering the wonders of life. here's a snippet of what to expect:

cam: i would say the steering wheel was on the wrong side but it's really on the right side which is really the left side
jim: but it's not on the right side right side
cam: i just sed which is the right side which is the left side which be the right side which is on that side but to us it's the wrong side but to some ppl it's the right side
jim: but he on the right side to us!
cam: exactly, which is the left side
jim: HOLLA

now if that shit don't reel you in, i just don't know what will. listen carefully to their diatribe at 7:04 tho. it's fabe's and my life motto.



fat shout to jn45!

mo' kicks

you can find andre stuntin in these for s/s... hate on it.

I figure if I do it for the locals...

When I asked God to bless this blog I had no idea he works this fast. From today on, I will not mention Flavor of Love. No updates. No nothing. Why? Because the masterpiece that is the Bust It Baby Show can and will go toe to toe with any FOL season. Oh, did I mention this is only in casting?!?!?



Note:
a. Nothing about this is safe for work.
b. I sleepwalk, so that may or may not be me @ 3:00 in the purple dress. My logic is undeniable.

A few choice quotes:
Whether we be in the club sippin 'gnac or layin in the bushes together you know what I'm sayin? gettin a lick, makin money.

Pussy smell like water ain't got no smell in it hhhhheeeeyyy.

....Real quick, mama... how you wake up with a penis in your mouth??

And I'm done.

and i dont even like sneakers

but...















andre--2nd day air to cincy. i already see u stompin' out hoes on ocean with these monsters. for all you other babygirls (and by babygirls i mean boys), buy here for a cool $1290.

thanks, eflatsos. you so flavorful.

so i got in at 7 am...

and this righteousness was waiting for me when i rolled up to the front gates.
just beautiful. bgs luuh them some healy hall.

"Oh bitch you fuccin wit my footage..."

I don't know why I spelled fuccin with two C's but my Black Jack does it and I suppose it's less offensive. So the babygirls were out in full effect this weekend (and it ain't over). Last night, in addition to those damn straps... we met a guy we will affectionately call, DL Hughley. DL is that guy in the club alone. But not like, just came for a couple drinks alone... or didn't come with my immediate friends alone... He's alone like, my friends are all married, I don't know a soul here and apparently just got off work alone. Oh, I also really like to dance. And I look fly so I'm totally alone by choice. He's like the guy you see in the club when that mid tempo song comes on... a song liiiiiike "It never rains in Southern California" perhaps, and he kicks out that right leg and approaches ever so swiftly nodding to all the passersby (whom we already established he don't know). You accidentally make eye contact and BAM! he's there. Only for you to nod to your friends and act like you were already on your way to the bathroom when you really kinda like the song and are mad you missed dancing to it like you wanted to.

So that's DL in a nutshell... here's a visual:




He don't make it rain, he makes it precipitate. in southern california that is.
and forgive our sideways stares... just tilt your head a bit.

fab or foolio?

the kutcher-moore-willises go all out at one of the
829 pre-oscar celeb circle jerks in LA

i'm voting fab... despite (because of?) the mildly unsettling family dynamic. i'm also just gonna go ahead and say i love rumer... more or less because she's so darn hateable.

please don't stop the music.

(bgs luhhhh rihanna. and i'ma needa see wifey in those shades asap.)

stop the music.

ok--while im not usually in the business of putting ppl on blast (i know. who am i kidding. i live for it. whatever.)--i wasn't gonna take it low. as in low blow. we love all our babygirl readers. but, i just got one question:

who searched "boy sex with babygirls" to find us on google?!?!!

by any means necessary, i guess.

de vivre circa 2004

So I went to a "party" at my alma mater... yes I felt guilty. and old. However, I'm only 21 so technically I'm not... but soooo am. Anywho, I happened to stumble upon a group of young ladies who came out to club food court in shirts. I can't be mad... they were me, circa 2004. I used to go to Vicky's Secret and buy panty shorts 5 for 20. And I'd wear those bitches out like they were shorts and it was hot. Looking back me and my bff (also guilty) wonder, wtf were we thinking?!?!? No for real... But here is the deal, back then they didn't make shorts short enough so we had to do what we had to do. So we did it. Nowadays, those itty bitty shorts are everywhere. Then you know Beyonce has that freakum dress song out so the stores are full of em. Which brings me to my point. You could just buy short dresses. but some of those were shirts. In four or five years you will look back liiiike where they do that at??? Until then, I won't hate... but I will tell you to put some fabric over that strap! The babygirls are watching.

still righteous

lookin' a straight mess, but we'll always love big momma.

ricky--we'll see you in miami.

my sentiments exactly.

yeh murda, you put me on. whateva.

Etta James is my kind of babygirl.

on beyonce playing her in an upcoming movie:

"It’s a privilege and an honor to have somebody like that girl. I don’t think she looks like me, but that’s all right. They can fix that up…I wasn’t as bourgeois as she is, she’s bourgeois. She knows how to be a lady, she’s like a model. I wasn’t like that… I smoked in the bathroom in school, I was kinda arrogant, so those are some of the things I would want to tell her."

via ybf

Reflekshunz

As I sit back and watch yet another Black History Month come to a close, I can't help but to reflect. I started to wonder what my kids would be studying in BHM 2025. I mean of course the traditional MLK, Rosa Parks... but what events in current history will be discussed? You know me and my obsession with lists... (Please note the post was named in honor of #3)

BHM 2025

1. In 2008, the Harlem Renaissance lived on in the prom fashions of many Black teenagers.

Retailer: Zoot Suit Store

2. Dances like the Lindy Hop were a thing of the past, superman-ing hoes pretty cool, but the Wu-Tang Dance... that was where it was at.

3. Women like Bee Ex, Myamee, and Seezinz focused on keeping it real with their boy Flav...

4. Black men were still subjected to police brutality

5. After overcoming the crack epedemic of the 1980s... we still couldn't quite shake the bitchassness.


Happy BHM!

may. 2008.

get here.

Tea with 'Reesey

I love him so much, I wanna break bread with his mama...

so I'm watchin' her fine ass walk to my bedroom,
and thought to myself--that's the shape of things to come
she said, "why in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
you know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?"
i'm like, "why?"
the world needs sun
the hood needs funds
there's a war going on and half the battle is guns
how dare I throw it on the floor
when people are poor?
so I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord-
umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
no landscaping, or window draping
this old lady told me,
if I ain't got nothin' good, say NATHAN
that's why I don't talk much
i swear it don't cost much to pay attention to me
i tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be
the hood be
requesting my services--oh don't get nervous, it's
Step Yo Game Up Time, these ain't them same old rhymes

diiiiiiid i juuuuuust....????

...see my girl dr. cornel west on a commercial for "america's best dance crew" on MTV????

upon further inspection, i found that dr. west is MTV's "buzzworthy artist of the week" in honor of BHM. belieeee' dat. he certainly is one righteous BG.

still confused as to whether he's gettin low on ABDC tonight, but in any case: recognize. and fat shout to angie m.

HEART OF THE CITY!!!

I'm there. April 3rd. TD Banknorth Garden, Boston. Nosebleed section. I'm def at the upper section of the uppermost section of the BALCONY!!! shit. But nothing will keep me from missing this divalicious duet... binoculars anyone?

these co-headliners are starting off their tour in MIA on March 22 (my 22nd!) and will hit a host of cities b/w then and May. As of this afternoon they've sold out in Baltimore, DC, E. Rutherford, Strong Island, and Beantown.

Due to the high demand for tickets and tour stops they've expanded the tour to include these hot spots: ATL, NOLA, Chi Town, Houston, Dallas, and Oakland. Visit livenation.com starting this Friday (Feb. 22) to secure your tickets. They're sure to sell out faster than chips at fat camp.

March 22 Miami, FL American Airlines Arena

March 26 Baltimore, MD 1st Mariner Arena

March 27 Uniondale, NY Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum

March 28 East Rutherford, NJ Izod Center

March 30 Philadelphia, PA Wachovia Center

April 2 Toronto, ON Air Canada Centre

April 3 Boston, MA TD Banknorth Garden

April 5 Greensboro, NC Greensboro Coliseum

April 6 Washington, DC Verizon Center

April 8 Atlanta, GA Phillips Arena*

April 9 New Orleans, LA New Orleans Arena*

April 10 Houston, TX Toyota Center*

April 12 Dallas, TX Superpages.com Center*

April 16 Los Angeles, CA Hollywood Bowl

April 20 Oakland, CA Oracle Arena*

April 26 Chicago, IL United Center*

fat shout: allhiphop

misery love company. shit, i'm livin' comfortably

as i walked through the snowfall (fuck is up, DC?!) to my 4:15 class in jeans tighter than this woman's face, the "Trinity" sweatshirt that my lovely neos bought me, and some 4-inch stompers (i change my shoes for no one. not even the weather man), i got to thinking about some blasts from my past.

i believe samantha said it best: "Carrie: Damn! Why is that [biddy] still bothering me? Samantha: Honey, you have to let it go. If I worried what every bitch in New York was saying about me, I'd never leave the house." so righteous.

the groupie hoes wore me out last night, and unlike joie, i'm not able to just fry tenacious texters on a whim. so i'll just leave you with this. and the next time you think abt throwing shade my way, press play.

fat shout to the babygirl vita, tho!

and a cranberry-colored, 14th street-manicured DEUCE on you biddies. i'm on my bleezyF shit.

White Woman of the Week

who else to kick off the inaugural post in a now-weekly feature from yours truly but miss lindsay lohan?








i am - or more accurately, WAS - pretty openly obsessed with lilo. i think she's one of THE sexiest things out there, as well as a real talent, and i've long been entertained and intrigued by her fuckedup-fabulous life. and while i am genuinely pleased to see her life under control, her post-Utah persona hasn't been nearly as compelling. i can only be amused by so many overtanned daytime photos of shopping and coffee on Robertson.

i feel like superstar lilo is coming back to us though, what with stories of makeout sessions at beatrice and cigs shared with patty field at the waverly. i do hope she'll stay off the drugs, but i think she can step her game up. we can all have fun and be fab without hijacking an escalade to chase down the mother of our frightened "assistant".

so it is with great pleasure that i welcome babygirl back to our lives and present to you this gorgeous photo of lindsay in a remake of a classic shot of the late great marilyn monroe for NY magazine:

I am sitting in a bar, "All. Bar. One" to be exact. Alone. The trio of Asians at the table next to me laughed when I bent over to plug my laptop into the wall. I am drinking my third glass of red wine. I am drunk. They keep laughing at things that are not funny - and toasting shit that is not celebratory. He has a copy of The DaVinci Code on the corner of the table next to him. "I mean! We're in london! Let's look cultured! Let's laugh at the American on the laptop! Let's look well-read! "
Then you should have read The DaVinci Code six fucking years ago. Bitch.









Honestly, I miss home so badly right now I could scream. And the most amazing thing is, if i were at home, I would scream. But I don't feel comfortable enough here yet to do almost anything that I want to do. I look around nervously when I play my ipod on the tube too loudly. I have already backed the boyfriend's Audi into a taxi cab, laughed at countless things that apparently - are. not. funny.

You could not get a more silly, lighthearted person into a more serious and demure country.
I'm probably breaking some sort of fucking immigration law just by being me. here.

This Must. Be love.

Stacy Adams, is that you?

I have brothers who are kinda hood. So I know a Stacy Adams Original when I see one. Will Ferrell pubs his new film in this Valentine's Day Massacre.

The vested pantsuit is IN for the Spring.

thx bossip

And Happy Belated London Fashion Week!

In this dark and quirky country, right now it doesn't get much hotter than Luella - and for some reason I'm really feeling black and red for a spring/summer collection

It would not even be London in 2008 without a little Agyness Dyen

...Though I am not too sure about Giles Deacon's "Padded Daywear" for spring ..... The lipstick is hot!

A potent cocktail of politics and Rock and Roll received loud applause at Vivienne Westwood's show.
I would insert a pic here ----------------- of front row guests Kimberly Stewart, Kelly Osbourne and Lily Allen ... but no.
Moving right along...

Black, any day of the year, is beautiful. As are Betty Jackson's Henry VIII Underwear

i was gone for a minute now im back wit the jumpoff

After a grueling 48 hours of no sleep, eat, write, write, eat a fat steak, write, enclaved in my high rise dormitory, I emerge, 2 papers later, so ready for spring break. And what a spring break we have in store for us don't we RBGs?

That's right, dont you know it, I said it. 80% of your cast of characters here at RBGs will be relocating to South MOTHERLOVING Beach for the first week of March and boy am I ready to get down souf!

I am psyched for southern accents, bad dreads, tacky ultra tight {insert brand i.e. ed hardy} tees and true religion bell bottoms that go a little sumthin like this :

(How do you spell 'shotta'?)

And real life goons a la plies like these two:

(fake bottle poppers. note: the alcohol pictured above was stolen from a VIP table near you. wait... these goons really jacked these from the club! underage goons!)

(one more, stu)


















(what kind of a?..nevermind stu, nevermind)



In any case, I am excited as shit, and starting tonight I'll be joining the ranks at Boston College's own Flynn Recreational Complex to burn off some midsection to prepare for my bikini debut.

So, FFBs, for me and for you:

who do i have to shank for this jacket?

you let me know.

wall-to-wall will get chu kilt

joie.de.vivre and i have had many a good slap-a-knee cackle abt facebook and its schemes to drag you all further into our roasting pot. maybe it's just us, but wall-to-walls are the #1 reason for death by frying. i'm convinced that ppl are low-key competing for the coon championship with these antics. you know we're watching. feeeeeed us!

the groupie we love to hate is up first:

(the initial pounce..)
thirsty says: go ahead sexy baby..i saw you all over the television..it was the first time i saw u play...they was hyping you all up on the sports channels..aint kno you had game like that..proud of you homie....check ya inbox..i got my home number for you since i lost my cell phone..holla at me again when u come to [thirst's school] or come out and party with [thirst squared]....

(1 day later, and back for more. this ho don't sleep!)
thirsty says: excuse me [insert object of thirst]..have you forgotten about me....shame on you..hope everything is going lovely..i'mma remember the way you stood me up over here on [thirst's campus] you punk ass...miss you tho....keep ballin of course...and keep smiling

(1 day, 10 hrs, no response later...and she means business this time around)
thirsty says: let see if u really comin thru this way..u already know how to contact me...aim or my home phone cause the cell is lost...if u dont get in contact with me....leave me a meesage on where you'll be..maybe i'll actually see ya face....lol....
(just in case you were confused abt how to contact her--leave her a "meesage." this biddy is resourceful as all hell.)

groupies are having their best week ever. no savin' going on here.

Who's in your 5?

When I finally leave the cell phone pit of hell that is Sprint PCS in a couple months and choose another wireless carrier, I doubt that I will be getting the text messaging feature. Texting has brought me great joy but- niggas have taken it too far.

For example:

A guy I had dated for about a year at the time sent me text that read:

its ova

No, not "It's over" O- V- A- ova. apostrophe? forget it. Perhaps needless to say, 3 years later I'm still in this seemingly endless purgatory that is a "friendship" and the shit is clearly nowhere near ova. Though if it was, he wouldn't blame me because even he must admit he's fucked up.

Yesterday, after I asked the guy I am currently dating why he didn't call me while I was in the hospital he responded:

First of all I'm on a vacation with 'sister' (his little sister who i think is his daughter) so I'm not in touch with the world I apoligize (he never was a speller) if its like I'm ignorin you but until tuesday its her time no aim or phone

First of all, how the fuck you have a first of all with no second of all. SECOND OF ALL, keep that stankin ass APOLIGY- Third of all... it never rains in southern california. (don't judge me)

Did I mention I'm single? And NOT looking?

i like girls that like girls that like girls that like furs

this is helen lee shifter. isn't she fun?
she goes to fundraisers and store openings and such.

stalk me, baby.

me: the internet is too much
creative director: that mek nuh sense
me: something i've been thinking abt. blogs, myspace, fbook, aim.
ha. maybe i'll write abt it.
creative director: yeh the social networks need a virus that can't be fixed.

and then i find this RIGHTEOUS babygirl via this blog.



word to my top 8.

HIT IT OR QUIT IT?

for the first in a new weekly RBG feature, i present mimi's new mid-tempo banger, "touch my body" from the much awaited E=MC-squared (cuz i don't know how to make a small 2!)

i'm gonna go against the likes of wifey, perez and dlisted, and say i'm feelin' it. it is MARIAH, after all!




now YOU tell us - HIT IT OR QUIT IT???

[shout out to 101.1theWIZblazinhiphopnr&b for name idea]

Lack of Internet + Lack of Creativity => Happy Belated VDAY!!

I took a long weekend off, left the office around 1:00 on Thursday. Being that it was Valentines day, the least I could do was get my vagina waxed. A colleague recommended a close and inexpensive waxing/tanning salon – and as lack of sun has prompted my skin to turn a lovely, pasty shade of basketball court beige – I opted for the tan as well. I emerged twenty minutes later with a slight bronze glow to my skin and excruciating pain in my panties.

My boyfriend told me that his friend Tyrone wanted to stay not only in the same hotel, but in the same hotel room that he and I stayed in when I first came to visit. I could not understand why Tyrone would want to do such a thing, so asked a number of questions. He replied with things like, “I don’t know – Tyrone is always trying to be like me.” “The same room? I guess he figures that it worked for us!” After dinner he asked me to wait in the car for a couple of minutes while he ran upstairs into the hotel to ask Tyrone a question. Twenty minutes later he returned to the car – as I contemplated which direction I might start walking to perhaps find my way back to New Jersey.

He said that they needed my help – and as I reluctantly walked into the hotel I got the feeling that something might be going on. As we walked up to room 222, the same room that we stayed in during my first visit, so many feelings of sadness and appreciation and happiness rushed over me all at once. I remember leaving that room and that hotel thinking that I might never see him again. The fear of that thought in June left me numb and sick, and returning to that place with him this weekend – knowing neither of us is going anywhere – felt like such a gift. He opened the door and led me into a room lit with a trail of tea candles concluding in the shape of a lopsided heart. Even the heart’s imperfection was perfect; as was the massive bottle of champagne and box of Belgian chocolates – both of which we consumed in their entirety.

I’m a movement by myself. But I’m a force when we’re together.
I’m good all by myself … But baby you, you make me better......

Where they do that at?

Before I took a road trip to Shambles island, I spent a night out in Adams Morgan. For those of you not familiar with the District of Corruption.... it's a popular strip of bars and nightclubs.
Apparently it was prime time to gather material for my first installment of, "Where they do that at?" Some of this shit was straight out of Boom Kack, NY. I'm just tryna figure out how you have fabulosity and bitchassness in one post...

Bedroom slippers in the club?


Where they do that at???
..............................
Roaches on the wall by the bar...

Where they do that at???
............................

Where your pants fit your ass, but your ass don't fit your pants...

eeerrrrr aaaahhh....
...................

And this babygirl here...
She's 43 years young outta Texas. And comes to us in a leather vest and matching pants. At first I was unsure about this little gem, but by the end of the night, as she donned a floor length red wool coat to match her blouse {along with the leather pantsuit} and beat her feet with me (to My Phatty of course) I knew babygirl was special.

I'm wit it.

ball, baby, or don't ball at all

in honor of the birthday of one of our verrrry favorite and most righteous babygirls, an extra special "fly loves"--


this is Maddox. isn't she gorgeous?



madd has been my top dog for about 4 years now. we were fast friends when momma united us after the 2 of them bonded over diet coke and fast food on an overprivileged white power liberal activist (OPWPLA) trip to the School of the Americas. we're allllways doing it way big, and we pretty much haven't stopped laughing (or eating) since...


there've been lilo-style shitshows in sophomore dorm rooms. extravagant babygirl galas at luxurious georgetown townhouses. VIP clubbing and eating from chueca to serrano and post-clase porros of chocolate inmigrante en el parque del buen retiro. 420 fairytaletrips on the streets of amsterdam (he got RUN OVER by a BIKE!). private yachts off the coast of alicante. countless meals at international McDo's to experience the local delicacies alongside our beeg beeg macs. algo más? pues, claro!

rows reserved at AIDS benefits in fur stoles and down-comforter-couture. a year of slumluxe living on the freezing banks of the georgetown canal, bundled in blankets and desperate for one more resin scrape while letting jesus take the wheel. scenester brunches with fried-egg-topped cheeseburgers. slappin bitches 'cross the face with a slice of philly pizza who don't believe we DOIN IT WAY BIG. H2 limos swathed in authentic keffiyehs and drowning in magnums of cava. chanel shields, a kaleidoscope of longchamp totes, and a shoe collection to give imelda a run for her blood money.

this stream of consciousness account of our fab friendship doesn't really suffice. no mere words ever could. maybe this short film i produced in madrid will help:


don't you just fucking LOVE this bitch?

EVERYONE does!

be anti-gravity like me.

"GRAVITY IS WHAT'S HOLDING US DOWN!" - spoken from a true defier of that shit.

(in the flesh and so fresh)

i watched these superhumans [superhumans] defy gravity at a halftime show performance during BC v NC State on vday.. fat shout to RAQUEL! my funny (ass) valentine

JPH.

just pure hotness.

madge, sting and pac doin it up thugz mansion style.

ohhhhh, babygirls - we were there in spirit.

thank god for new york radio.

as i was whipping it around town tryna get home from the nail salon, hot 97's dj envy banged usher's new joint with jeezy. i swear mizani (my car) made the concrete vibrate. usher? are you back? up from under that tight ass tameka foster hold, i think he's tryna tell us something. jeezy steals the spotlight, though, with his romantic antics a la plies:

i'm what you want, i'm what you need
he got you trapped, i'll set you free
sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally
i'll be like your medicine, you'll take every dose of me
it's goin' down on aisle 3, i'll bag ya like some groceries
and everytime you think about it, you gon' want some more of me
'bout to hit the club make a movie, yea, rated R
pulled up like a trap star, that's if you had...
have you ever made love to a thug in a club with his sights on?
eighty-seven jeans and a fresh pair of nikes on
on the couch, on the table, on the bar, on the flo'
you can meet me in the bathroom, yea, you know i'm trained to go

well alright then, jeezy. i'm sold.

forever king

25 years later, and still thrillin' BGs from bahrain to brooklyn.

a true BHM superstar. our babygirl, now and forever.


and though i'm fairly disappointed with the special 25th anniversary edition of thriller, i do enjoy this remake of "wanna be startin" something with everyone's fave collabo monster, akon.

because you owe us one.

here's a clip of my faaaaaaave super sweet sixteen tranny, teyana taylor, doing what she does best.

work, BITCH!



my money's still on the queens, though. i declare war.

february fierceness!

in honor of black history month, we at RBG would like to shine some much-deserved light on some of our fave fab black designer babygirls. as you ready your spring wardrobes with fly pieces and killer accessories, keep these crafty geniuses in mind on your visits to neiman and saks.

VICTOR GLEMAUD






































STEPHEN BURROWS






































TRACY REESE






































For more regal righteousness, visit:

burrows
glemaud
reese

lyrically i'm supposed to represent

so i've shamelessly returned to brooklyn in efforts of turning valentine's day into valentine's weekend--much to the scorn of my fellow righteous BGs. (blame c-murda!) he redeemed himself, tho, by dropping this banger in my gmail inbox to share with all you wonderful babygirls.

here, pete rock teams up with jim jones and my ultimate fave--max b--for a feel-good jammy jam only to be played at ridiculous volumes, preferably in residential neighborhoods. please believe my block knows i'm back home.

ENJOY!

just because...

...and because BGs be straight SLACKIN'!

shawty, where the posts at?

as you probably already know, BGs luhhhhh erykah. her gorgeous hair is a BHM celebration in itself!

and of COURSE we're still celebratin' (with much more to come)

Where's Dr. House when you need him???

As I blog from my Treo, in a hospital bed with matching gown I've come to an important conclusion... Doctors don't know shit.

It's not their fault though.... they tried. There is just way too much shit in the human body for them to possibly have any clue what's wrong when you have some ambiguous pain. At least they got the customer service part right. Then again, I'm in law school and have insurance. I have my own room. I think the no insurance folk are on a stretcher in the hallway.

After just 3 tries yesterday and 4 tries today I finally got a freakin IV. The nurse asked if I had a preference for where I like my needles, I politely explained I'm not into heroin. She was a little embarrassed by that. I laughed though. I thought it was funny.

Anywho I saw a bunch of med students and even a few doctors. After blood tests, a sonogram, a urine sample and a chest x-ray they were able to tell me this:

We don't see anything wrong with your liver pancreas gallbladder or stomach.... but it could be a problem with your lung, small intestine, diaphragm or other unnamed body part. WTF??

Where is Dr. House and his team to properly diagnose? I guess getting answers is just a TV thing.

blogging from my celly in l'hospital... so my other BGs have no excuse for the hiccup in posting.

You won't find this in Zamunda...

So I happened to come across this Righteous cup of tea today... He's a British recording artist. Bleezy, bring this man to me!!!

Meet Jelone. Our newest BG!

Check out his MySpace, and peep his live performance. I vote YES!

More Jelone:

What a real Goon's like...

Valentine's Day has come and gone, but here at Righteous Babygirls, everyday's the 14th! In honor of the lingering sentiments of love and romance we bring you a special "Best Of" list.

Top Ten Most Romantic Plies lyrics:

10. What we did last night got me wantin to call her
If I wasn't real homie I'd probably stalk her

9. Don't wanna fuck up your panties you better take 'em off

8. I can't fuck you when you dry 'cause that'll turn me off

7. I don't fuck on the first night, cause after I beat you baby I'm liable to fuck up ya whole life

6. When she take that shit it off dawg, and get naked cuz
Pussy just flawless dawg... Talk bout pussy just sit up like a mango dawg

5. Don't you holla at me baby if yo' period on, unless you want me to fuck you... wit yo' period on.

4. Let me cut a hole right in the middle of your panties
Put a peep-hole right on top your candy...

3. Before you take them panties off I got a question for ya, all I wanna know is if that pussy smell like water.

2. Let me drop this mayonnaise, baby, off up in yo' salad

1. I know you caught me cheating and you tired of me lying... If you don't wanna fuck with me no more then cool that's fine but before you go babe... Can we fuck one more time?

If that ain't love, then what is????

handbags for babygirls

a fly post per day ain't the only thing BGs is gettin from workin wit a balla like t$. for valentine's day 2008, i bought each babygirl the handbag of her dreams.


for amaris, a true luxe boho classic - the bottega veneta leather hobo















for bleezy, my kaleidoscope "it" girl - that fly new chloe ish
















can't you just feel J swingin this patent YSL 'cross a bitch face?
















and for wifey, my ghetto superstar - this bangin new prada blockbusta













ya chick shop at the mall, my chick burnin' down bergdahhhhhf...

happy valentine's day!

make me.

so i'll just straight up admit that i'm loving bravo's new ANTM-ripoff, "make me a supermodel."

it's hosted by fly bgs nikki taylor and tyson beckford.

and the models are like legit too! nobody up there for whom janice would have to put her no-fats-allowed foot down... except maybe katy, who was once caught in the shameful crime of "eating cereal"!

this is jacki, the hottest bitch in the game.
(she from ohio too!)

Just offering the common respect I feel I owe you...

I see her in the hallways. Some days, when I feel especially worthy, I'll look in her direction. She doesn't notice. She's tall. I think sometimes tall people don't notice shorter people looking at them. Not the ones with posture. And posture, she has. Everytime I stare at her I feel like I'm looking at my future. One of the few women I've met who have made me feel inadequate. She makes me want to be a better woman. We met once. On a trip to the Frederick Douglass home in Anacostia. The home was beautiful and as we hopped out of the Georgetown van I eased my way to the front of the crowd. I wanted her to see me learn. I wanted her to see me ask questions. She told me she thought I had style. I don't know why, but when she said it... I had arrived. She's fly. She has twins. I always wanted twins. Her unapologetic swag, her way of being comfortable with who she is in a profession full of conservative white men... I always wanted to inherit that.

This babygirl is a law professor at my school. She's an author. A former clerk for Thurgood Marshall. Daughter of an activist. Mother who's an activist. Attorney. My burgeoning hero. And my Valentine....

Yea you can cop one of her books and see for yourself:

The Failures of Integration: How Race and Class Are Undermining the American Dream

i'm not easily impressed.

i was overwhelmed with the yes men (and women, i'm sure) today.
jaded.
bored.
over it.

but babygiiiiiiiiirl....

somebody came to work today.

meet the famlay: karmaloop.com

an adopted child into the kloop famlay, ive played kid sister to the authority on women's gear, my fabulous boss, dina for a few years over at karmaloop's home base in downtown Boston.

their deal, for those of u out of the loop (nice?):

an online retailer specializing in reaching the international underground fashion and lifestyle scene. karmaloop.com seeks to offer the most comprehensive list of the world's best streetwear brands under one "roof" plus exclusive and limited edition products created expressly for the site.

make sure to check out the site and shop like you can't stop. its cool. i promise.

http://www.karmaloop.com

and as a special incentive for being a loyal RBG reader, cop your gear at a discount..I SAID IT!! THAT'S RIGHT! 20% OFF when you use rep code: mod123

last but not least by any means meet new kid on the block: http://www.karmalooptv.com

{Peep MIA's interview. Also, check back for interviews with the kids over at Magic in Vegas}

that's thaat ITIS!!

the odyssey at 11 years young, chess club dorkus, classical interpreter of the dopest mazurkas ever written. tap, jazz, ballet, African dancing—all while mami snaps my Polaroid.

Flash - -
forward and I’m slouching on a chestnut hill couch hardly scrounging to find the cure to a disease that strikes a slew of 21 yr olds who are just like me. How did we (me) end up in this mess? 6 weeks into the semester, 2 papers and 2 exams pending, what in the magical world of prescribed potions will snap me back into reality? Living in the twilight zone (a sweet, relaxed ambience) beats forcing myself to engage in elaborate bullshitting about books I’m not reading.

--

Cold showers don’t cut it. Downing cups of classic coke, espresso shots, redbull (sans vodka) couldn’t cure my permanent case of senior motherfuckin itis. I have it HARD. Between episodes of Making the Band 4, Flavor of Love 3, the Salt and Pepa show, I’m in a deep hole you all. In the offchance that I open up my Nazi social movement text I scramble for something other…any distraction will do.

Most recently I’ve been cooking…a LOT. I whip up fish dishes good enough to make it to “seafood surprise” status at your local caf... on the regular, too. Needless to say I’ve exhausted the expansive collection of seafood in my fridge [thanks, mami Modesto.] A product of my mother’s daily smokin hot cookin, I’ve been aching to deliver,get this..the FISH OF ALL FISH, and have it taste better than hers, too. [guilty pleasure: fishballs!] I like to outdo myself. [guilty pleasure dos: sending mami picture texts of my fish that make her drool]

--
17 years of school strong, victorious chess games on my belt, and still, I can’t seem to garner up enough endurance and strategic planning to just finish up..i even try pep talking myself into it but...i got nothing.

I miss being the awkward 11 year old who had LITERALLY NO TIME to fall off, blog, chill, party, cook fish, or whatever it is I’m doing with my life these days.

on another note, happy bhm! (16 days left!)

since white women are all the rage up in BHM!

Ashlee Simpson "Outta My Head" (produced by Timbaland)

looooves this track/vid. i bumped it so fiercely over xmas break while sitting at home waiting for my media mogul BGs to get off work. i feel like pat benatar had some hand in this. sheesh!

bg don't mess

i'm feelin' adele.

she's a white woman from south london who just ain't playin!

go cop her joint "hometown glory" for FREE from iTunes this week!

Wait. A. Minute.

im just floored.

Destiny sent me to this dread and she said she felt led...

...to offer me some wisdom from this notebook she read
and it said, "That right then, the black man's downfall
was not knowin that we were never niggas at all, hmm"

Deportation

Funny how I didn't realize I loved my job, until I was about to lose it. Or am about to lose it, should I say.

No... not because I spend my lunch hour blogging.

No... not because my temporary post yesterday said "sex".

And no... not even because my boyfriend sends OuTRaageous shit to my desk while I'm at work.

But because I am a fucking American.

Now, I understand that there have been some fucked up Americans:

Don fucking Imus.

Aziza fucking Robinson.

George fucking Bush.

But there have been some great Americans too! And at least our lawyers don't Still have to wear long, curly white wigs in court.

I do Not, I repeat, NOT - appreciate the current state of immigration law that exists between the US and the UK. We have to explain to the British government why no EU citizen can do the job that I am doing - and an answer like, "I'm black?" "I'm in love?" or "My parents seem to like me?" is not going to fucking cut it. Any ideas??

oh...i'm having sext.

so as i was talking to you--i was looking out the window to see the snow drop down onto times square. (beautiful right?) --it reminded me of the ending of belly, when the confetti was dropping down onto times square. all i needed was the acapella version of "devil's pie" playin and it would have been dec. 28th '07 all over again. or should i call it january 1st 2000?--i guess whatever date you think is most important.

i'll take dec. 28th for 1000, murda.

The Joy is Hard to Hide.

this banger reminds me of summer.



fat shout to american apparel onesies. (pictured above with slight wedgie to match!) red MJ aviators. purple thong jellies. happy hour. block parties. stuyvesant avenue gangsters holdin' their st. ides. dancing on club couches. or tables. never floors. the 6. "ass backs" in martha's vineyard. RIP STEREO. WE LOVED YOU.

and i'm so hiiiiiiigh...

thanks joie. (hahahahhahaha)

sports illustrated: babygirl edition

some serious fire from the new swimsuit edition--
(congrats to marisa miller for the cover - you deserve it, bg.)

covergirl

jessica white, a true RBG

bar rafaeli (leo's bg)

-$150,000

You're the first one to raise your hand in any class, you graduated from Undergrad with a 5.7000 GPA, you were president of at least 3 student orgs... and if you're a girl you like to wear stud earrings. No hoops, no oblong- shapes, no colors. Your shoes are brown. Dare I say even black. Block heel. Square toe.

Did I mention you're probably a virgin? Or a slut? And nothing in between? The most pious of virgins. Or the most sluttiest of sluts. Slut for no reason other than your dad and mom would be ashamed to know that their upper-middle class sweet little girl has slept with the whole school. If this is you, you're probably in law school.

I live for hoops. I have on silver space boots today. With BIG, HUGE, SILVER HOOPS. With a purple shirt and a huge yellow bag. Piety nauseates me. And so do sluts who don't make money for it. When I wear a suit, I feel like the naughty secretary on late night Cinemax. I want to wear designs on my fingernails. And skinny jeans. And make-up made-up of the colors of the rainbow. And fuddle around with my acoustic guitar.

Unfortunately I'm here. With these girls and their damn stud earrings whose biggest goal in life are to graduate cum laude. My biggest goal in life is to die in love and in stilettos. What am I doing here??? Unfortunately I owe Sallie Mae a cool 30,000 dollars and counting so really I'm in it to win it... at risk of losing me. I won't stop though. Because in May, I will be getting paid over three thousand dollars a week to google shit. And liiike how else can I afford the stilettos I plan to die in with out it? Or that Jimmy Choo banga to your right...

and studs. ugh.

i know your hearts have grown cold. and that bothers me.

a coupla weekends ago, c-murda and i shared some laughs in one cooped-up, twin-size bed abt forest whitaker. see--i have a mural of ppl i love over my bed, and forest is one of them. it's his gap ad and his facial expression is priceless.

to any event--we speculated that if there were words on his face, they'd read as such: "i got the baddest bitch in town and it doesn't even matter that i look crazy awkward and a tad sweet in this picture because keisha makes up for it. ooooooooooh nigga!" ...or something like that. (maybe you just had to be there.)

keisha whitaker. i tell you. this woman--she just does it for me. the ultimate loyalist, she just luuuuuuuhs her some forest. and i love her for it. did you see her at the oscars? i swear i thought she was gonna have a baby when he won best actor. just precious.

keish got me thinking abt couples that i just love. or rather, the love that i just love. we all have ideas of what we want our lives to look like with our fly loves--and mine looks a little like this: (minus the "work ain't honest, but it pays the bills" part. actually, minus all the lyrics. the song's a little grim--but their visual story is nothing short of dope.)



HVD, BGs!

It's Jersey Baby!!!

Perez was kind enough to post this little friend on his blog last week.......



So you can imagine how proud I was to be from New Jersey when I found this treat:

Awkward City

I was raised Catholic. Had a first communion and all. When I was 16ish and my mother asked me if I'd like to be confirmed... I politely declined. (Still not sure if it was via reply card or not)

Anywho, I declined for a plethora of reasons [inject new age academia shpeel about how I got God, but don't have religion, etc]. So now, and for the past year or so I've been going to what you'd call a Black church. In the spirit of confession (I can't let go of my Catholic ways), I must keep it real.

I feel guilty about the fact that people catching the Holy Ghost in church is pure comedy to me, and when I'm not in a laughing mood... it's just plain old awkward city.

Is that bad?

No really, don't you at least snicker? Can I get a handclap of praise?

For more info on the Holy Ghost, click here.

you were there too???

i didn't SEE you!!!

bg don't miss a party
flap-flap-flap it up!
neeeeever a flaw.
MIA on the 1s and 2s

oh, i DID see you? i guess i was blackout.


[marc's after-party, friday night]

HO SIT DOWN!

just not in my damn seat.

so i made my way to my 10:15am justice and peace studies class (i gave up skipping class for lent) through the vicious wind chill and rude frostiness that is DC weather right now. i was late, (whatever) but merely expecting the prof. to be taking roll or someone to be in the middle of a presentation. nothing big. when i entered the room, however, it was clear that sheer anarchy had taken place. a bitch was in my seat. my facial expression went a little something like this.

now, i am a STICKLER for classroom etiquette. it's week 6 of the second semester and the seating chart has been pretty much laid out. so, dance team tranny, why did you think it was okay to commandeer my chair strategically placed closest to the door and out of the peripheral view of the professor, when you know my black ass sits there every Monday and Wednesday!?

needless to say i grilled that ho for the rest of the class. she tried to smile at me, aware of her transgression, but BG wasn't havin' it. i don't play nice.

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and as if this wasn't enough, i shuffled myself down the hall to my 11:40 and was greeted by my grinning history professor who was all too excited about this diamond from sierra leone he found on youtube to show the class. the clip went a little something like this:



i shit you not.

i dont know, georgetown. i just don't know.

bye bye, babygirls

so after my first meal in 10 days, i'm finally starting to recover from NYFW08. what a week! now say goodbye to these bright young babygirls...

m.williamson & joy bryant
jamie burke & may andersen
liya and mr. kebede
skateboard p & nigo
cassie at gucci party
M.I.A. @ MJ


'til the next fashion photog's coffee table book release, bgs!

mr. and mrs.

nice. so its official, nas' new album title: nigger. plain and simple. or maybe not so simple?? either way, our main babygirl kelis is righteously supporting her man and lookin like a true stunna in those shades.

..and nas explains his word choice for the new album.


it's especially nice to hear nas shout out the dominican republic :) and kelis' final word on John Lennon's "Women are the Niggers of the World."

so, i did my own OED (oxford english dictionary, suckas) search and sho 'nuff found nigger: A person who is socially, politically, or economically disadvantaged or exploited.

..yea..i guess lots of us are niggers.

This is for my Blake, my Blake incarcerated....

Last night's Grammys was really way too much for one post, but I'll do my best!

Toot that thang' up Amy make it rolllll...


Babygirl basically swept this jaunt so she gets 2 vids.

Look at that face!!

That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol, a box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities... Luda, call Queen Aretha.

P.S. I just got word that Brandy's bro Ray-J is also in this picture. No word on his whereabouts at the moment

Tebunon, Pedalophogus: Faheem Najm has yet another thing, to bust a nut on...

Fly loves BG Rhi-Rhi, who I admittedly can't get enough of!

And finally, give me that sexy ass can of Altoids ANYDAY. Babygirls love Mama Tina. And that's all we have to say about that.

Get those on my feet. NOOOWWWWW.

Azzedine Alia, courtesy of Ashley O.

“Beaten, abused, spat on… while they save lives”

www.metro.co.uk
From the front page of the METRO daily paper, Feb 11, 2008

“Firefighters are being attacked at least 40 times every week in the UK, according to shocking new figures published today. Crews have been pelted with bricks, bottles, burning wood and stones as they try to save lives. In some cases they have been called to hoax incidents and ambushed. In one incident, an entire crew was taken to (the) hospital after a gang armed with sticks and scaffolding poles attacked them. Kevin Brown, from the regional FBU, said sometimes youths started fires just so they could target firefighters. In Tyne and Wear, crews have even been given ‘spit kits’ so DNA can be collected from those abusing or spitting at them.”

Waait… Whaaatt?!?!?!!!

BGs love NY

all bright young babygirls would be wise to enter NOW at guccilovesny.com for a chance to win this sparkling little b(a)g.

BGs just luhhh them some gucci.

A little LSD maybe?

I'm not sure whether to binge drink to this or experiment with the Winehouse stash, but there is something addictive about this one. This is real dealed Holyfield and I encourage you to grab a glass.

Imeem had the audacity to demand that I pick a 'genre' but in this case, it just does not APPLY! A little bit country? A little bit rock and roll? Some crack, lots of LSD?? Either way, I'm playin' for keeps.

Revolutionary Charisma is one Chinatown bus away from invading your airwaves and remember the RBGs broke it here first. Oh yea... it's called Club Hit. How'd they knoooow???

be glad I took my forgiveness pills

i got my go(yard) flow

i discovered this little monster this past summer. one of my fellow fly french l'oreál intern friends stormed into our 9 am conference meeting with a red face, low-fat latte, and a yellow goyard babygirl to match his bottle blond hair. i was on it immediately.

while it's sold pretty much nowhere, this vision of love captivates with an elusive pattern much less gaudy than your run-of-the-mill, yet classically tasty LV. (relax, c-murda.)


known more popularly for their signature trunks and luggage, goyard has quickly become the babygirl must-have of the moment. just check out these flashy new yorkers who love to be a step ahead of the rest.

with that said...valentine's day is coming up. any takers?

See. This. Shit.

Bored and lonely on a Sunday afternoon - when all else fails, I see a movie. On his way to a meeting in Camden (famous for Amy Winehouse breakdowns complete with emotional

toplessness in the streets) I hitched a ride with the boy. I walked into the theater and approached the ticket counter:
"So, What's playing now?"
"There Will be Blood starts in about four minutes."
"Never heard of it - but doesn't seem like I have much choice. Ok."
"Theater 1 - food is up that way."
"Thanks."
Approached the food counter:
"Hi, can I get some butter popcorn and one of those icy things? Mix the red and blue ones."
"That machine doesn't work. Sweet or salty?"
"Sweet or salty what?"
"Popcorn, love."
"Uh, butter please."
"Butter?!! We don't have butter. You put butter on your popcorn?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON'T. HAVE. BUTTER."
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There Will Be Blood is the best acted and most well written movie I have seen since Pulp Fiction. Perfectly offbeat, funny in the most unexpected way - everything about it made up for my dry ass tub of popcorn.

Did you know you were in Haiti??

So, XYZ cruisline offers a Caribbean cruise that stops at a port city called Labadee. When you get off the boat you are greeted with mango trees, clear blue water, and white sand. There is even a sign that says Welcome to Labadee.

What you don't know is, your ass is in Haiti. Yes Haiti. No you aren't kidnapped. You didn't catch anything. You're in Haiti. The poorest country in the western hemisphere.

Some of my fave quotes from tourists:

"Isn't Puerto Rico part of Haiti?"

"I thought we were coming to a place called Hispaniola, but I guess it doesn't matter," she says. "So, it's Haiti."

XYZ cruiseline advertises it as Labadee, Hispañola, a private beach. No one has any idea that people are starving behind a huge fence they put up to separate the tourists. No wonder they have no idea where Haiti is. The beautiful beach, they'll take.... poverty and starvation?? Not so much....


thanks: www.wehaitians.com

Fiddy Cint is ONE righteous babygirl.

bitchassness pointer-out extraordinaire, 50 goes IN in an interview posted awhile back on celebully.com.

couple of shiners from the clips:

10. (on why he f*cks with remy ma) "cause remy ma will shoot a bitch."
9. (on saving money) "ima adopt a white baby. that's better than having a baby. 'cause then I don't got to pay a bitch!"
8. (on beyonce's youtube-documented fall) "if BANKS woulda fell down them steps, he woulda stopped the whole show like FUCK DAT. i fell, NIGGA!"
7. (to fat joe's record label) "how you give a nigga a life preserver AND a anchor? ya SINKIN' baby!"
6. (on beyonce's crotch shot) "shout out to hov! we seen the magic box! we seen the magic box LIVE!"
5. (on jay and bleek's musical relationship) "damn Jay, when you gon' give a nigga a break? Let him do 16 damn..."
4. (on ppl making fun of his former grill piece) "I been livin' with these mothafuckas for 32 years. you think i didn't know the front ones was bigger than the rest??"
3. (on ja's suspect finances) "As soon as Ja house go on sale I'ma buy it. I'ma buy it and make it a museum."
2. (on irv gotti's suspect finances) "That nigga went to trial...with a legal aid."
1. (on why oprah and steadman aren't together) "oprah head game is WACK!"

we just love this babygirl.

listen here.

fat shout to koumiko for sending me this jewel.

Have you ever had promiscuous txt?

Watching Vh1 at 2 am... I won't deny it. And this commercial comes up. It's for a website called letshavetxt.com. So liiiike.... did they expect me not to go to it?? Cause you know I did. I must say despite the shambles, it was sorta thoughtful in a perverted way. It was safe. It was sext messaging.

The commercial says, "PROMISCUOUS TXT HAS BEEN FOUND TO BE A SAFE AND SATISFYING ALTERNATIVE TO THE REAL THING. LETSHAVETXT.COM'S TRAINED PROFESSIONALS ARE AVAILABLE TO HELP YOU PRACTICE YOUR SEXY TXTING SKILLS IN A SAFE, PLAYFUL ENVIRONMENT."

I'm really looking out for your safety and I think this may be a part of the wave of the future. Let's be safe out here babygirls... who needs abstinence when you have txt??

Oh and don't sleep on the role playing. You got a cowboy and a housewife... who needs real life??? (I'll leave the sexbot alone)


BTW: Is there bitchassness in this??

Even if it ain’t sunny, hey, I ain’t complaining....

I'm In the Rain. Doin' a buck-40. Hydroplaning.

I suppose one might first wonder how I ended up in London. I think, for argument’s sake we should blame it all on L-boogie. And Tequila. It was her bright idea to go to Cancun in the first place.

I could just look at him and see that he was trouble. With his platinum rimmed tooth and tattoos on his neck – I thought he was a pirate. Everything I always wanted, and so much more. Because if you then factor in the unparalleled intelligence, affinity for chess, understanding of mortgage rates, interest in galleries, willingness to try new things, love of travel, food …and, well, me … he was more than I could ever have hoped for.

I know I will end up regretting this post; because I do not believe in love. Or soul mates. And least of all, relationships. The child of a superficially perfect and deeply dysfunctional marriage – I do not believe in what I am doing here. What I did. And yet, I did it. Seven months after meeting him and four months after our first visit, I moved to London. I will periodically post on what that decision has meant for me, the day-to-day reality of my new life, my last relationship, my new job, this amazing city. Amazing.

My perspective on London as an American from outside New York has been just hysterical. For starters, London is lawless. When you get pulled over, you are expected to immediately step out of your car. You are not, however, expected to produce a licence, registration, or any other form of identification. You must give them your name. Hey, or someone else’s…
You don’t need ID in the car. At the club. At the bar. Anywhere. Ever.
People actually fight. They do not just talk about it, they actually fight. And they don’t just shoot each other, they actually fight. They are the most sophisticatedly profane population of people that I have ever met. “Cunt.” “Pussy-o.” “Wanker.”
It’s not just okay to write these words now … it’s okay to say them too!
As you can imagine, I fit in well.

Do you have Bitchassness in you?

So I thought for a long while about who the right person would be for this. I mean, we are launching after all and our 1st sufferer has to be a good one. And then, I landed upon this little gem... The following is Ms. Boom Kack herself... Laurie Ann Gibson. And though I can't say for sure, it is HIGHLY LIKELY that there is some bitchassness running all up and through here.

BTW, Can either of my NYC heads tell me the location of a one, Boom Kack, NY??

Laurieann Gibson - Addictive music video
by geronimos87

CHARLIE BIT ME!

"CHARLIE! that really hurt!"

charlie's cute little giggle is to die for.

for some more laughs peep the remix baby: it's the remix baaaaaby

don't look at me, i'm famous

can we talk about t.mo exiting the waverly inn lookin a dang hot mess?

ohhhhhhh, tony! toni! toné!

ain't no bg more righteous.

love that bitch to reese's pieces!

snowboard p

on my first time snowboarding-- so..what i should've been doing looks something like this ::glances up:: instead, after a rough hour of instruction (under the influence) and another hour or so of independent study, my picture (i'll spare you the visual) resembled something like an f'd up beyonce when she tripped on stage. i mean, my most major move was when i did a triple tumble into a frightful four year old skier: crash and burn. needless to say, after the first half of my day i was dunzo. for the rest of my stay i resorted to chillin indoors while checkin' out the fly dude and dudette couples clad in burton down to their underpants. i was so impressed! im tryna cop new burton gear before i revisit the slopes.

LOOK at our babygirl GO!

liiiiike.....whaaaaaaat?

"that's the right pinky. but the LEFT pinky?!"

a lukewarm banger from 50 and friends. i'm not gonna lie tho--yayo holds a special place in the coon pits of my heart.

let it bleed

"and too cool for school, i spent all my time bein' too fly for you
and now--i'm just some girl in yo' way"

j*davey is the business; get on their level.

then we done politikin..we promise.

i had to throw one more in there before the end of this ultra fabulous super dee duper tuesday of sorts.

BG of the week: 50? any love for thugs?!?!

have a LOOK...

ahaaa..my friend jamel put me on to this novel - i havent read it yet. but since hes started reading, weve engaged in a number of conversations about vision and perceptions. i recalled to him a near blind artist i remember reading about (im forgetting who), who for failure to accept an artificial view of the world through lenses, or for his love of a simple, blurred reality, enjoyed his own (glasses free) vision of the world - skewed as it was.

according to jam and some web research, Huxley (who also wrote brave new world) explores the Bates method for improving eyesight (a series of palming, memory and imagination, and sunning exercises developed by opthalmologist Dr.Bates.) in his testimonial about his visual improvement through Bates, Huxley, who wrote his novel in 1942, explores his own eyesight in a way many ppl never think abt.


so, my eye doctor recently ok'd my condition (astigmatism) for Lasik surgery, which will save me the nuisance of removing my contacts and switching into my glasses as a nighttime chore. with that tho, ive been thinking abt how maybe im ignoring the fact that in the way we're predisposed to having big ears, accentuated cheekbones,etc.. we are all predisposed to a particular visual reality. that being said, maybe we are all vessels of our uniquely graduated vision...dont u feel like sometimes theres shit u just dont need to see or wish u didnt??? ever catch late night creepers and think DAAAAAMN if only i didn't catch Shanequa leaving Raekwon's room the other night cause now you know I have to tell Tenesha (who happens to be Rae's girl) what i saw??? w/o contacts/lasik surgery/glasses/bifocals ud be liberated from the burden of proof...or whatever. im starting the book soon. you should too (if u haven't already)!

My drink and my 2 cents...

I'll take a Hennessy and Red Bull and so will you... (Trust me I've changed your lives and you don't even know it).

On to my 2 cents. I'll offer up a Lincoln coin to both Dem candidates. I say this because one, I will vote democratically regardless. No, seriously, if they offered up the grand wizard for election... I'd vote for him too. Luckily for us, these two history making trailblazers are two of the most gloriously qualified candidates I've seen in a long time. As a black woman I know they are elbowing for my vote but, I have a great amount of respect them both and to be honest, until the very last minute... I didn't know who I'd vote for.

However, the more important thing that I have witnessed... is the history of it all. A black man and a woman are running for the highest office in the government. The country has said, though we systematically place you at the bottom, we believe you have a place at the top. And though we know the work of many went into this democratic primary, I believe that sometimes, we need one. The tireless feet of those who boycotted the segregated public transportation in the south were a necessary part of the movement. But sometimes, as the legacy of Rosa Parks will tell you, we need one.

For the first time in my lifetime I think, I can declare I'm proud of my country. And I realize only one man or woman can win this race (no pun intended), but in my eyes, we already won. All we need is one, but somehow, we got 2.

One day it'll all make cents...

Bitchassness....

On last night's episode of Making the Band 4 Diddy introduced us to Bitchassness, a disease affecting our community.

Bandmate Robert is said to suffer from this disease. BG's I see it fit that we diagnose 'Bitchassness' in order to prevent others from catching this disease. We will identify 1 sufferer a week. Stay tuned for this week's selection.

See clip below (pardon the bootleg quality, but the world needed to see!)

so i found T$'s early bday gift...

nobody can wear kate quite like you, bg. it was a toss-up bw this and another one that read "kate loves la coka nostra." i don't think kate would have appreciated the latter. love!

Via majordc.com

WHO BUT SHE?

while we're not quite sure why/when/where/how this babygirl catapulted to the megastardom that she enjoys today, we ain't complainin'. gimme gimme more!

here she is doing it up at nyfw08 lookin' some kind of wonderful.

work, BITCH!

BGs luuuuh andre j.

happy almost tuesday!

we promise not to inundate you--every BG is a star.

This Woman's Work

I wasn't going to post anything about Hillary. I told wifey I wouldn't throw my weight into the big decision so many righteous babygirls will make tomorrow. After all, I got mad respect for all my BGs for BO, as well as for the man himself. But then I read an essay in today's Washington Post by Erica Jong.

So this post isn't really to promote Hillary, but more to defend her. Because so few people do. Because she is constantly attacked from both sides on every issue. She's too ambitious, too calculating. Those sexist slurs thrown around to keep women in their place when they are getting too much power.

So anyway, this article gave me goosebumps. It pretty much sums up why I do support Hillary, and I think you should read it. Because whether or not you support Hillary, I think her perseverance demands respect.

"I trust her because all her life, her pro bono work has been for mothers and children. And mothers and children -- of all colors -- are the most oppressed group in our country. I trust her to speak for our children and grandchildren -- and for us. She always has."

And for anyone further interested, peep Hillary's landmark speech on women's rights from Beijing in 1995.

Now let us all relish in the fact that tomorrow, for the very first time, white male Democrats will have to vote for someone who does not look like they do, and all you righteous babygirls out there will have a chance to vote for someone who looks a little more like you.

spottieottiedopalicious is back at it.

you got sugar on yo' pita
but yo' nigga thinks i'm sweeter
...but i don't want 'em!

all hail the babygirl.

Photo via GIANT.

worth my lunch money.

I'm a skinny girl who lives by a fat woman's code, so if you want my lunch money... you better work for it. Clearly, Kanye (gearing up for a U.S. tour featuring N.E.R.D., Rihanna and Lupe) wants my $6.22 from that Chipotle burrito.

Baby it's yours.

"light skin, dark skin, my asian persuasion..."

...kim got them all, that's why these girls out here hatin'



never one to bore us, the queen bee's hot new accessory for her first FW08 appearance was a new ethnicity.

hey gorgeous

more fashion week winners. (babyphat)

sheesh, gen. (elise overland)

you'll meet her later, too.

Pics courtesy of ybf.

SI, SE PUEDE!

absolutely loves it.

b-rock is gettin it on the floor, literally. mlk jr anyone?

babygirl of the clip: common

New Yorkers are WINNERS.

and it don't stop. here's to being from new york, not reaaaally givin' a fuck abt football, but knowing what it means to be from the illest city in the world.

best line of the game: "Brady goes down! J. Alford! A ROOKIE!"

me: yay giants!
daddy: (in daddy tone) that's right boo.

::"hate me now" blares in the background::

some fly BGs kick off fashion week

jessica white & co.


goddess liya kebede


joy bryant

NY FASHION WEEK STARTS TODAY!

see you all at marc!

RIGHT MAKES MIGHT.

TALK about righteous babygirls!!!


happy BHM, beautifuls!