googled.

so im drunk blogging. (yes ... ... again)
and for some reason googled my boyfriend's ex.
like straight "Marie London." in the images bar.
looking for a pic to put up under this post.
suicide watch maybe?
i think so.

excuse me, uncle

...but that's maddox purse!

why did i get married?

march 31, 1979 and counting.
today my parents celebrate a cool 29 years of marriage and i feel like love, along with about 150% humidity is in the air.

anniversary plans much?

ma: i told your dad to buy me flowers and take me out to dinner. he never remembers these things. i always have to tell him the morning of.

papi: yea, yea. i told her i haven't left the office all day, so no flowers and that we'd do dinner tomorrow. but no promises.

far from being in love, it seems these two share a workable/dysfunctional as all heavens friendship. but it's love nonetheless, i'd say. judging from my own sub-year kiss of fate, i can only amuse at the idea of a shared lifetime with my guy. and these bad boys are on 29 years to life.

i'm impressed. and i'm smiling.

today my hair is frizzy, but my attitude is totally positive. airy. celebratory, at best.

go, love!

taking things too far??

naaaahhh..... ;)

Spare Me. I'm Old.

the text that read "I lied. I didn't tell her" was for work, right?
and the naked BM in the background of the photo - she was gettin in the shower.
and my name is fukin Whitney.
and I have a dick on my forehead.

what grown looks like.

can I make you dinner tomorrow night?
had me speakin in french, "ooh laa oui oui"

redemption is mine love the club!

if i get this text...

"chipotle givin' out free burritos with ur gocard today"

...one more time! i swear. get on it, georgetown.

thank you stephen and line sister.

fuck champion

i am now wholly convinced that you planted these shits years ago bc u knew how we'd end up and you pretty much wanted me to gouge my eyes out. yeh--that's it.

your college sweatshirt that i hate to love is on constant rotation. i go home--and my mother is cleaning the house in ur high school sweatshirt. "oh really, ma? that's how u feel?" "what?! it's just a sweatshirt."

just a sweatshirt, you say?

because every time i look at either one i see your parents. i wanted to be them. and your sister who was my sister. i loved her name.

and the ever-present blunt that u had to smoke post-shag. like clockwork.

and the trip to the beach. where we both sed nothing. i just stared at you. and you into the sun.

"we should go to trinidad." "yeh, let's do it."

fuck you, 'cause i'd still go.

oh and you never got the e-mail. because your inbox was over quota. and the 'house didn't let you access it. and my name is ivanka and i have a penis on my forehead.

i don't really know if i learned anything new abt you/us the other night, but i think it makes a difference to actually hear things that you know are below-the-surface true. it's hard to really accept things for face value, and i think this is something that i've avoided with us for the longest. there's something innately hopeful in me, and i've been really stubborn in the way i think about things. regardless of how wack shit has gotten between us, i've always maintained the possibility of us being fine and none of it mattering. in my world, shit like that flies.

most of the time i dont know why i do what i do. it's perfectly illogical to maintain a relationship with someone who's expressed a desire to do the exact opposite of what you want to happen. i think what keeps us both here is the fact that we know what could be between us. we know what we're capable of, and it's always something that we've wanted. maybe not now, but it's always there.

but you ain't get that e-mail. naaah, right?

i still love her though

from the wrinkled dress to the opaque tights and mushroom cut ...

the first time she's left the house, and i'm not fuckin with her.

But i still love her.

I'm no longer black...

To further anger this ho, and to make us feel better about ourselves, RBGS are now gonna feature "I'm no longer black." If you happen to come upon some news or information that brings you to the conclusion that vitiligo and a lacefront is the only way out-- please let us know so we can include it.

Case #1:
Four men in Orlando were charged with a hate crime after they pummeled a 62-year-old woman and her two mentally-challenged companions at a public park after they didn't pay a "fee" for being white, police said. Investigators said the victims were walking into a Kaley Park when they were confronted by Christopher Colbert, Erick Golden, Willie Pritts and Antoniette Boone.Police said the victims were told that since they are white, they had to pay a fee to be in the park.

In case you couldn't have guessed, these are the suspects.

From Orlando Florida nonetheless. This is an instance where you may in fact need LESS PEOPLE.

you may need more people...

big tigga in his miamiviceafied Heat jersey at spring bling this weekend lookin like he needs a cup of rich chocolate ovaltine.

chocolate skittles

you know you want some.

any more questions?

bitch you're rude. my blog counterparts are far nicer than I am so they just erase your anonymous hate. but me, i'll give you exactly what you wanted... your very own post on this blog and a grade A frying by joie.de.vivre.

A simple lesson in satire, or even typing 'white woman' in the search bar would net numerous posts about white women. and your simple ass would be able to discover that it is used satirically. if you take everything you read here to be a serious reflection of our real lives, then why didn't your concerned ass call the suicide hotline cause i certainly have been on suicide watch. or perhaps the local police department cause we all have been murdered by girl scout cookies, shoes, and the hills. god forbid you read this or this or this for our opinions about black women or social activism.

but you wouldn't do that. cause to be a hater you have to be uninformed. uninformed, also known as dumb as a fuckin box of rocks. i really want you to get this so i'll add a muthafucka for good measure.

and I wish you would leave a comment.

you got some bad ass kids?

just call up the british babygirls from nanny 911.

i took a day off from school today. it's senior spring. i got a job. anything goes. and while on the country music channel, this gem came on. once i saw the opening, i just couldn't get enough.



the nanny clan is run by lilian, former nanny to british royalty. (love her!) these babygirls will turn ur monsters into angels in a matter of days. and with those blood red capes? oh they are COMING for that ass.

my only question: where the black nannies at?! that'd for sure be a whole 'nother show.

joie.de.vivre is on SUICIDE WATCH

andrea: yo, u wanna go to tombs tonight to get drinks?
boog: DUHHH
andrea: ok cool. steve and his coon ass friend are coming as well.

(5 mins later)

andrea: joie's coming to tombs!
andrea: this bitch stole somebody car!!

eat me alive

samsung, not to be confused with apple, put out this piece of work. The Giorgio Armani.


GA promises the lucky consumer a 10.5 mm thick, 3.0 MP camera, music player, microSD card expansion bearing surprise. that, plus an exclusive leather case for this bad boy with your purchase.

weighing in at 3.6 ounces we think this babygirl may have taken a hit or 2 off this man's pipe, or perhaps been employed by this boss lady for a bit.

the cost for this bundle of joy: more than just sum lunch moola.

gosh samsung, if only you'd wipe your name off the back of this joint i'd consider this iphone hopeful/skinnier than thou/high fashion bijou.

tell me bgs, now do we hit it or quit it?

my favorite kind of tv

oprah. 4pm EST. 3.27.08
after bashing oprah for having the drought 3 hit her show hard of late, she made me bite my tongue..hell, i took my lip down wit it. today, in the 4 o'clock hour, i laughed. i cried. i smiled. i was convinced. today, heidi and seal were the stars of the show and took oprah (and myself, apparently) along for the ride. with an effortless devotion and a heartfelt account, seal recounted the journey that has been his marriage to klum. from a friendly encounter in a hotel lobby - he was sporting teeny bicycle shorts- to an igloo proposal, 3 children later, this couple is seemingly just as in love as day 1.

their secret: put each other before anything else.

seal shares,

"the most common hiccup is when you have your first child and it turns into all about the kids, which is understandable because they're miraculous. But then you've got to put each other first. You know, she will always be number 1 for me."

i wanted to chew his face open when he listed his priorities as:
1. wife
2. family
3. career

and while it may appear he's got 1 and 2 possibly mixed up in the game, i'm not worried at all. in fact, i couldn't drool enough over the marvelous tribute he paid to their children and his estranged foster family.

these 2 baked the cake and took it home when oprah featured a snippet of their new single "angels"(??) or something like that. heidi's singing was slum, seal was half rockin out to a weak tune, but the premise behind it all was too fly. love. like its nobody's business.


i'll have a flyloves on the rocks, no salt.

What do you do....

when someone wants to do this to him???


like is mace the answer or what??

joie's haitian news debut!

did arthur just fry you in a hot skillet, boo?

extra small, please

happy birthday to you, andre!



i got yours in my dormitory, 'dre. autographed by p. babygirl diddy herself.

word on the street is this man sold $140,000 worth in the first 24 hrs. i'm on those screen prints tonight. get yours for a cool 5 buckos right here. --> stop.

te quiero, pmd.

as trina sharpens her knife

multi-colored wigs ain't your callin' boo. and purple plaid to boot?! just no.

maury's 'bout dunzo

sorry, babygirl.

liiiiike, isn't it your birthday?

this motherfucker is always surrounded by a SWARM of bitches, but i'm not a jealous wife. since andre entered my life, i've gotten progressively skinnier, ruder, prettier, more fashionable, more politically active and essentially more of a white woman. (see satire, simple bitches) today's his gd 30th birthday and we goin' out lagerfeld style and throwing him a party on the great wall.

even when he's cheating on me, he's letting bgs know who wifey is. you see that button he's wearing? oh--best believe that's my mug. andre invented loyalty.

i know you're at work right now, but your triflin' ass is for sure on RBGs, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYGIRL! no one loves you more, i promise. can't wait to be blackout with you this weekend. a rerun of "guys, i VOMITED on someone!" is definitely overdue. 'til tonight!

love,
the mafia

so i don't normally open these..

but after a phone convo with ma who lured me in with "o baby, i laughed so hard i had to drink some water!", i logged onto my arcane aol 9.0 optimized account and clicked on: Fwd. Get this! Check out!

only to find out this is what made my mom bee line to the fridge:
get me to the nearest target for this mirror!

heavens, yes!

her love interest is far from sold.

..ma, this almost had me at the fridge right behind you!

breast cancer awareness month either came 7 months too early or 5 months too late for mom dukes and her coworkers.

tanks anyway, ma!

attitude is very rude, boo.

summer's coming, babygirls!

ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch.

so, i have a rapper friend

who serves as prime minister of Zamunda.



spaceships and rockets
lets ride
all aboard!


this bg has got all my marbles. and a couple lunch dollars, naturally.

some target practice.

there's something fantastic about target
h and m
forever 21 [got couture?]

perhaps it's my uber obsession over designer gems
at a discount.
:enter tord boontje:
studio tord boontje sanctifies a pretty marriage of industry with modernism, design with emotion, accessibility with an enticing element.

[the studio's] work draws from a belief that modernism doesn't mean minimalism,
that contemporary doesn't forsake tradition,
and that technology doesn't abandon people and senses.

a longtime designer for target, boontje was their first design partner to develop a creative concept that extends beyond the scope of the product to include an in-store environment, packaging, and art direction for their advertising campaign.

i swallowed his self-titled photography book this afternoon. gulfed it down.

here's his collabo piece with mcQueen.

yes, so apparently forever 21 is no longer a stranger to couture.
i peeped the proof in the flesh when co-rbg, boogs, and i had our eyes on a 'ever 21 dimepiece that was a cool fortune over my $21 per piece limit at the store..yea...
there will be no couturing at 'ever 21. not 'ever.

but you, boontje. give me target jewels all day errday. for you i will splurge. and by splurge, i mean...

love you, target. [say it in french]

public .service. announcement.

there's no saving her

she don't wanna be saved.

scholastic.

What are you dreaming, solider,
What is it you see?
A tall grey Gothic tower
And a linden tree
You speak so sadly, soldier
sad and wistfully -

I cannot hear the tower bell
In the swirling sea.
What meaning has it, soldier,
A tower bell, and tree?
Nothing, nothing - only once
It meant my life to me.


Thomas Heath, O.P. '43

a baltimore love thing

it's no secret that every time "watch out for the big girl" or "it's time for the percolator" comes on in the club--i just lose all common sense. so when i found this babygirl on trace, i was surely delighted.

influenced by M.I.A., diplo, and dj blaqstarr, rye rye beckons me to shake it to the ground and i just won't deny her.

"never the solo K"

[via text]
wife: u rang bg?
me: Yea just wanted to tell you miss lena comin over here. I'll holla when we come to gtown. [i'm back, bitches!]
wife: K
me: Never the solo K.
wife: Hahaha i know i thought abt it after i sent it. I hate them too bg.
me: Ha! Ok good.

RAUS. LOVE. :DIES:

the baus is coming to love this friday. joie, i know you got my text at 7:49 am--you musta thought i was joking. 'cause we're for sure IN THERE.

hmm... ok.

i guess heatherette sent this dress to everybody.

spot the tranny!

it ain't hard to tell.

what's your flash drive lookin' like nowadays?

hopefully this.

not your calling...

in church i used to always hear, "that's not your calling." they said that to the bitch in the choir who couldn't sing but wanted a solo. well in this case, maybe being a foot model is not in the stars for you?? you tell me:

those toes are straight out of Zamunda.

gimme a chicken sandwich and some waffle fries...

today ain't yo' day.
what'd i do?
BITCH you got some siblings... and I don't like it.
::dies::

and it don't stop.

was it really that serious?

peep babygirl to the left have a conniption fit as she gets her wig twisted by, what i deem, the white woman of the week.



loves the "stop that woman from moving in the rear! she just struck a woman and shld be arrested." smh. and all under the "in God we trust" sign.

ok look

i just want to say for the record, where was this when i was growing up? i always needed a proper outlet to hone my skills.. but noooo i had to take ballet. RUDE!

Players compete to create "the coolest, richest and most famous bimbo in the whole world."

They are given missions including organizing breast implants and finding their bimbo a billionaire boyfriend.

They also have to check her hunger, thirst and happiness ratings, keeping her weight down with diet pills.

The game, which was launched a month ago, has nearly 200,000 British players, most of whom are girls aged between 9 and 16.

Clearly you're interested in playing, see the actual site here.

pronounced gwah-puh-LAY

you promise??? cause I miss you.

Ya'll.

Should.

Too.

spotted! 2.0

"i look like a Chinese woman going through heroin withdrawal who has somehow won a gold medal."

lord knows i just love my piña.

jenny! if you're out there...

...dont you remember hollerin' at this guy at the 555 store in SoHo that summer?!?!

BGs, first find her. then find him. so we can all sit down and discuss.

i'm too proud for love

"and for you i keep my legs apart
and forget abt my tainted heart"

with lyrics like that, lykke li is gunnin' for me to get my ass on the next plane to stockholm to see her live.

another boogie in brooklyn

boogieexhibition.thepowerHousearena.37mainstreet.brooklyn.mar 1-31.
you got a week left.















































































for more, holler here.

yes ma'am

Do you feel like you’re part of an artistic community? If so, which one?

E: The one that Tip started. Nobody says that, but I’ll say it. He introduced us to jazz in a way that we had never heard before. He and Shaheed Mohammed, Jarobi, Phife; that was the first time we heard jazz spun in that way. Myself along with ?uestlove, who named himself that because he loved Tribe, and Dilla; the whole group of us float in the same lake.

Q: You ‘gon make me cry.

E: We all know what it is.

Q: I think what we are, some of the similarities that we all share, is that we all understand the importance of giving and taking. I got a whole heap from D’Angelo, a whole heap from Common, Dilla or Slum [Village]. It’s an exchange that continues on. The thing about what our shit collectively is, it ain’t no thing. It’s like a baton that’s continually passed, we keep giving and taking and giving.

-----------------------

catch tip and badu in the new trace.

i know bleezy covered this already, but...

FEED ME

8:50, i will never be late again

i lied, yall.

professor x: when's the last time you thought about weapons of mass destruction?
hoya: ummm...last night.

-----------

professor x: you're not gonna hear about Corey from Newark who's been accepted to Yale and is making a difference in the community. you're gonna hear abt the detroit mayor who's horny as HELL! i mean, he's got some real dick problems.

i now have three alarms set for this babygirl.

mariah can't help but steal hills' shine

mimi. mimi. MIMI!

this babygirl's luxurious performance after the hills surely got me drunk last night. some of my babygirls would rather mariah dress more "maturely." but i'll have her no other way. in true mimi form, she blessed us with stiff dancing, awkward white woman "sexy" gestures, repeated sprays of binaca(?) post-performance and a final "YAY, everybody!" this woman is her own planet.

this shit was for sure free 99

but i won't be deprived of my fiddy. no sir.



and NEVER the ashley dupre cameo!

peeped over here.

the next time you cross the brooklyn bridge...

JUMP.

so i'm getting married.

i just need a groom. pesky details. alas, the important stuff is taken care of.

This Jim Helhm number is ecstasy...

but I think this Varsalona gown is my choice.

i like the white on white, it's simple and to the point. but does this man come with the tux is the better question...

show a lil leg bridesmaids...
and can't you just see Daija killing the game in this one?
yea... anything not to read contracts...

sponsored by K-Y jelly, you say?

our fave fatass, perez, at his 30th bday party.

loves gawker.

Depression hurts, and you can too!

last year, as maddox and i nearly froze to death in the cellar of a faux-luxe townhouse in georgetown's papermill, one of the few things comforting us was the reassurance that our lives weren't quite as painful as those maimed in the SVU marathons we binged to, or quite as pathetic as those depicted in our faaaavorite mid-SVU commercial, "Depression hurts," for eli lilly's wonder-poison, cymbalta. you know, the classic, "WHERE does depression hurt? Everywhere..." as a forelorn golden retreiver is ignored by his depressed owner.

something about that song just gets me all worked up every time! i saw a new cymbalta commercial last night during SVU, and it brought back a rush of old feelings, leaving me delightfully depressed and dying for some 'balta!

as i googled around trying to find the commercial and/or song, i noticed there's a whole pathetic community of us dying to find the song! the consensus seems to be that it's a reworking of a piece by schumann, but eli lilly refuses to release the exact version.

maybe they should give away a free CD with a cymbalta prescription... if so, consider me dependent!

i'm totally having a son

...so i can yoke him up like this:

overheard in Zamunda

daddy: are u excited to be finally done with school? i am. no more tuition!
boog: yeh. well i still plan to go to business school.
daddy: business school, eh?
boog: yeh, daaaad! i want to get my MBA.
daddy: My Black Ass.

gimme thaaaat!!!

as you may know, i don't eat pork products.  no, i'm not muslim (not really), i just luhhhh those little piggies!  at some point soon i'm moving to nyc with my girl murr, and we're getting a pet pig together.  until then, i'll just have to fondly stalk little ava witherspoon's new piglet.

the hills are alive

today's the day.

the fun starts with last season's finale at 9pm

only on MTV

conk fritters

i decided a few weeks ago that i was over politics. for many reasons. but all these facebook statuses forced me to watch that obama speech regarding that rev. wright controversy. more on that here. i couldn't watch the whole thing cause, well, i was over it after about 6 minutes. but today i was curious about what exactly the rev said and after watching this video, i decided to join rev wright's church. any preacher who says monica lewinsky along with a pelvic thrust (from the pulpit no less) is a preacher after my own tithes.

and i never thought the day would come that i actually agree with a man with a conk... but alas the resurrection of jesus himself has given birth to yet another easter miracle. check al sharpton givin greta some mazola action below.

we've missed you

1. never the harvard representa
2. gimme those teeth!
3. don't speak ill of BG ricky ross. it's just not right.

vote or die

i'm ashamed i watch this show... but they really can dance.

the GUILTIEST of pleasures.
JabbaWockeeZ

vote here.

@%$#$^#@&!

friend: what happened
friend: i didn't see the game
Joie: i can't even
Joie: i don't even
Joie: i really just don't know
friend: it was crazy
friend: u texted me saying we were up 17!!!
Joie: yup
friend: then the next text i got is we lost by 4!!!!
Joie: yup
friend: i was looking at my phone like you're joking!!!
Joie: i wasn't

have you seen her?

she used to sleep in my bed. afro poking out from up under my red sheets. i loved her hair. we ate mama's together. stef and i drove (drove!) to the bronx to keep her company. 3 of us in a full bed. i wore her t-shirts and she wore my shades. we killed flying cockroaches. raided thrift stores and terrorized the lower east side. drank beer in the park while watching the skaters. i'm so much nastier than these guys, she said. once upon a time she was a black woman. we visited georgetown in 11th grade. she wore a baby phat bubble, chinese slippers, and a gucci bag. i'm here, bitches. she was my constant passenger. before mizani. during laquan. somewhere it got cloudy. i miss her light.

tranny taylor gets RBG's panties in a bunch

i was tickled when one of our loyal RBG readers sent us a message this weekend. it speaks for itself:

dear rbgs,
Ok, so I'm having a real moment right now. My head even hurts to say the least. Some of you may or may not have feelings about Teyana Taylor but I'm not gonna front--I loved her from the very beginning circa Sweet 16. I even YouTube her on occasion and yes she is my friend on MySpace. But today she broke my heart. How you ask????? With the hot ass, $2.50, could've been shot on 125 with a half way decent cannon video camera "Google me" video. I want her and Pharrell executed ASAP. From the weak ass dance moves to the horrid off-beat lip-syncing, it's a straight up catastrophe and SOMEONE HAS TO PAY! The worst part about it is I watched it over and over again, searched all over the internet, praying deep inside that there was some mistake. Hoping that there was another version elsewhere, THE REAL THING. Huh, sorry I'm just utterly disappointed...but I know a BG like you would totally understand. If not understand, commence to frying that ass.

you've fried way more eloquently than i even have the energy to, seriah.

the horror.

ass for weeks

hiiiii, babygirl.

don't even know you, and i love you.

put her record on...

CBR's hubby, Jon Rae, was found dead in a London apartment as a result of an alleged drug overdose. damn. I remember the days when weed was enough.

Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh...
Your love.

sorry babygirl, our condolences are with you.

should I expect a duets album?

when I saw this pic, the first thing I thought was...

That's my wig bitch!

then I settled down and thought, dawn and q, is that what you call "having fun?" whatever. i'm over you. as long as they stay away from my willie, i'm ok with it.

fat shout to mk @dlisted!

she cut me open

i've been aware of this recent british idol winning babygirl for a minute now, mostly thanks to perez's frequent praising, but i never bothered to check her out. well, i downloaded her single "bleeding love" 2 days ago, and i'm pretty much already sick of it i've listened to it so much. rpt sometimes stands for repeat, and bitch been bleedin out my apple iFossil more or less nonstop. the song feels like one of those classic 90s bangers a la mariah or somebody, and i'm definitely hooked.

you can peep bg rocking some serious dolce in the video here.

most young kings get their head cut off

every line means something.

he been makin' love to nikki

dream--i'm buying what you're selling. just get past the face, babygirls. good things lie deep. real deep.

this babygirl's album is just a damn mess. and i mean that in the best way possible. 'kinha and i drove through the atlantic ave. clutter and thanked our lucky stars for the stolen iPod that blessed mizani's speakers. best shit off the album, EASY here.

you was off yo' game
but now everything done changed
'cause i been makin' love to nikki

talk about bitchassness!

you're drugs, baby.

mum's the word. but i'm pining.

never a flaw
never before have you seen such magnificence
in a black princess, yes
flow's phenom i'm the bomb diggy
ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit' me
call us the gabbana girls
we dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us
trust, niggas lust
without a bank account, I doubt you could swing that route
feel me out--I'm used ta'
hangin' wit boosters in the best name brand
with the insane clan, man listen...

coming soon.

heyyyyy, jesus

(this photo is real.)

welcome back, babygirl!

happy easter and happy spring to all you righteous ones out there.

love,
the babygirls

uncle snoop

what up, nephews! that's cori, aka choc, snoop dogg's daughter and youngest child, and i've never seen a babygirl cuter. i just watched "snoop dogg's father hood" for the first time today, and i'm addicted. if, like i did, you don't think it's possible for you to love snoop any more than you already do, just take a gander some time. it's on e!, at whatever time shit on e! is on. his whole family is great, and his wife shante is a true ride or die chick. the real star of the show, however, is lil choc.

"aliens can blend...

..right on in wit' ya kin. look again 'cause i swear i spot one every now and then."

i swear i'd marry this man.

sitting in the lounge paging thru an old nymag while momma b got her wax on at our fave spa, i came across "the dandy's progress" by ben williams.

the righteous andre benjamin is pushing his new clothing line-- benjamin bixby. think fonzworth bentley meets leon meets ralph lauren.

a taste of what's to come:

"Consisting of 70 pieces, the line is currently self-funded (he’s looking for a partner) and, he hopes, will be at Barneys in the fall. Benjamin is a fashion autodidact: He has taken advice from Anna Wintour (who invited him to a Met gala), he has sketched the clothes himself, he has been to Italian factories and Parisian textile fairs. (And by the way, if you’re missing his primary career: He’s also working on a solo album for the fall.)"

album?!?! and clothing line?!?!

who's excited.

WWW: blackout babygirl

last night i went out on the town with this lovely babygirl, my cousin anne and our white woman of the week. anne and i are friends because we both know what's it like to have people be jealous of us. she's a globetrotting VIparty girl, so we get along quite swimmingly. she was home from vanderbilt for easter with her amiga consuelito, so we chugged a few quick ketel/diet rockstars and rang up a grumpy, overweight old white man to ferry us down to the club. needless to say, we skipped right around the metal detectors and ordered up a vodka soda. anne was gently bumping into a few people when this tanorexic little white woman pushed us both out of her way. oh, hellz no. i actually vaguely know the bitch, and she didn't notice it was me so i shot her a toxic, "waaaait, don't i, liiiiike, know you?" as she turned away with her over-ironed tail between her legs. anyway, the club was followed by an ill-advised trip to skyline and a 3am cab ride home, making it a night to remember. for me, at least - anne was obvi blackout.

she's like my very own lilo, except back in the day when lilo was fun and drank johnnie walker out of diet coke cans.

"there is no one i like more than you"

22 never looked so damn righteous.

my girlfriend is 22 today, y'all. twenty-two. liiiike, what does that even mean in real life? this is about to get real best friend at your wedding making a speech through the drunken tears-ish, but bear with me.
years back when this girl chanted "i never brag how real i keep it, 'cause it's the best secret" off of nas' "take it in blood," i knew it was meant to be. she matches me in every way and is a daily reminder of how much i can love someone. from spending every living minute with her at our internship summer 2006, to not seeing her for months upon end thanks to the mileage bw boston and dc/brooklyn and the bronx, the flame has never died. amaris sorts out of my mess of life, pieces it together, and hands it back to me on a silver platter effortlessly and without complaint on a regular basis. (thanks, toni) easily one of the most giving, electric, funny, and loyal people to ever swing her mane in your face, this babygirl inspires me to be a better "mom," "ffb," "best friend," etc.

i would spend more time going on and on abt her, but she's currently berating me on gchat with the things she needs me to do today. and if i hear "it's my birthday!" one more time, it just might be a fist fight.

Happy Birthday, Babygirl.

the platanos to my collard greens, this pic pretty much sums up our life together:













she my bottom bitch, for real.

teriyaki boyz

japanese hip hop group, teriyaki boyz, together w nigo of a bathing ape collab'd on this tee which features artwork from their new album "zock on." this album, the second in their discography, dropped a coupla days back and from the sounds of it, they're in it to win it this second time 'round. me likey.

o...and of course they have pharrell on there. it's very fitting.

kate of japan, my best friend, did some translating for this one. still, im lost. but their sound is really nice.

dope boyz fresh.

gracias, hypebeast.

love is never any better than the lover

stalking bazaar.com, as i'm still not over this piece of news, i came across a delicious interview with demi and ashton. essentially i couldn't get through reading the article without a couple of hater-tinged "wait whaaaats." long story short--demi got that bomb and ashton is gunning for babygirl of the year.
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bazaar: What is it about Demi that attracted you to her?

Ashton: I was attracted to the way she loved and cared for other people, and I said, "I want me some of that." What captivates me most is how hard she works on herself. She is constantly striving to be a more giving and sharing person.

bazaar: Did you ever fear that Demi's iconic stature would overshadow you?

Ashton: You can't cast a shadow over yourself. Demi and I are one.

bazaar: The kids say they love and admire you as much as their biological dad. How do you feel about that?

Ashton: I am eternally grateful for having them in my life. That makes me want to cry and hug them and cry a little bit more.

bazaar: How has practicing Kabbalah enriched your life?

Ashton: It is one of the essential ingredients in the success of our marriage. Every time we come up against a challenge, we turn to the tools we have learned and a solution follows. Imagine waking up every day knowing with certainty that whatever obstacle you come up against, you will be able to navigate through it to the best possible outcome. That's what our spiritual foundation provides.

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i lost my cotton-pickin' mind at "demi and i are one" and "that makes me want to cry and hug them and cry a little bit more." got 'em trained well, i see. well step in the name of love, y'all.

die some more here.

i'm taking up tennis

karl otto lagerfeldt is trying to kill me.

and don't mind this timestamp. i'm on easter break and i won't be judged.

priceless

perez posted this photo of patti labelle with the following caption:

"When will she ever learn?

Beyonce showed up at the Versace Party in NYC on Tuesday night with a full-length fur coast.

Why can't she buy the fake ones, like her hair???

The extra weight is looking good on B. Jay-Z likes a little meat on his bones!"

could he hate B any more? methinks not.

should i be offended...

when you hit me with the "you kinda cuter than i remembered??"

BGs luhhhh DV

donatella had a glam soiree at barney's new york this past week to celebrate the refurbishing of versace's menswear, drawing an eclectic crowd of sparkling babygirls.


we see you, patti - get it, girl!
(don't tell, but i copped J that monster V bag for easter)


young jetset royalty, mark ronson and stella schnabel


NYC's social queen, the very fab fabiola beracasa


and apparently sooooomebody was in the market for a gold medusa-encrusted toilet

all in all, an affair most worth the champagne calories, i'd say

you ain't got to lie to kick it...

but i guess a few fibs couldn't hurt...

or could they? last night i saw music come alive before my eyes (more on that later). in the midst of all that wonderment came tall, dark, and maybe not so handsome delonte. "D" told me he was in town playing in the tournament but his team lost earlier that day. when I asked what school he said, "university of miami." to that i say, wait, i'm from miami, and if you go to the U, you just ruined my bracket!!! who did you guys play again?

D: Belmont
me: no you didn't... I know for a fact Duke played Belmont tonight.
D: They played Belmont State, we played Belmont university
me: umm no, Miami plays Saint something, Mary, Joseph, something... but not Belmont.

so i give D the benefit of the doubt and by benefit of the doubt I mean ESPN mobile. I discover the following:

12:30 PM ET

No. 10 Saint Mary's at No. 7 Miami (FL)

CBS

yeah that's today. yea that says saint mary's. no you can not have my number. yes you just lied to kick it. no please don't fuck with my bracket.

Fresh Seasonal Fruit with yoghurt & mint 6.5

taye diggs & rosario dawson at the prada party

why TD always gotta dress like the white boys who used to serve me my scenester sunday brunch at rugby cafe?

call it a comeback. of sorts.

my big homie brandon (no relation to this one) said he's bringing sambas back... but he doesn't know if they ever left. i trust his judgment though. so i'll vote yes.










so long as no one brings back these, i'm okay with it.

babygirlfriend

tracee ellis ross at a celeb-studded prada party in los angeles

now WHAT is on bg's FEET tho???

we said it first...

but thankfully, we weren't the only ones over vogue's lebron james cover.

ESPN writer Jamele Hill wrote:

LeBron's image clearly means a lot to him, maybe even as much as pursuing a championship. And that's why I can't understand why he would allow Vogue to feature him with supermodel Gisele Bundchen in such a distasteful manner.
...
She looks like she's on her way to something fashionable and exciting. He looks like he's on his way to a pickup game for serial killers.
...
A black athlete being reduced to a savage is, sadly, nothing new. But this cover gave you the double-bonus of having LeBron and Gisele strike poses that others in the blogosphere have noted draw a striking resemblance to the racially charged image of King Kong enveloping his very fair-skinned lady love interest.

Read the rest of this righteousness here.

there is no such thing as good hair...

but if there was...
eva pigford would have that on lock.

and i must say her tattoo game is also something serious. loves her!

note: though there are no shoes in this picture, i will tag it pull yo' shoes up because my counterparts know my feelings about this tag

you bitches look great

can i get a bigger sign-on bonus,

jpm!?!

..since we throwin money up in the air and things.

i see you

what rocks

let me preface this by saying that the babygirls in my labor, globalization, and sexuality class are absolute geniuses. it's been a great while since i've enjoyed such a righteously stimulating group of people--i'd say since fall 2004--but these women make 10:15 all the more worth it.

i had a dual presentation today that quickly turned into a jam sesh of Haitian disenfranchisement through the form of USAID, the US' increasing control over countries' legislation disguised as "development assistance," and the strategic dissolution of HIV/AIDS awareness/prevention programs to further sexual violence against Haitian women. that last one struck a chord.

i've been obsessed with HIV/AIDS since my first 25-page research paper in 9th grade. 8 years later (LORD!), i remain close on the coattails of andre in all his HIV/AIDS trailblazing glory. in his spirit tho, bgs in class today held me down.

"even if they do have a vaccine for HIV, they'd never release it. do you know how much money antiretrovirals make for pharmaceutical companies? a vaccine is one shot. one payment. done. but if there is a way to manage the disease by keeping it alive, yet containing it (hence ppl who live for decades after initial HIV infection), while making millions off of antiretros, then we have a sad future ahead of us."
well preach then, babygirl.

and while this isn't news to many, i find comfort in knowing that what i believe wholly and heartily is versed so eloquently by sassy scholars who don't look like me.

i left class today without my usual "holier-than-thou" attitude. i self-righteously criiiinge at classroom discussion sometimes, as some of these hoyas are just a damn mess. but today was eerily special. after i convinced myself that they all graduated, there's nothing like being real dealed by passionate people who inspire thought and action. and in the midst of shambles, the hilltop always manages to find a way to do me good.

this is just too much

are you ready for FacebookChat?

the story here.

:deactivates account:

i feel you, lauren. i really do.

the day this babygirl ain't bein' stabbed in the back...


















...is the same day that plies rolls over on a bust-it-baby.

fuego

la virgen de brasil, adriana lima, burns down the april cover of GQ.




enjoy!

ballers

legendary NY socialite Anne Slater shares a laugh with Roc-A-Fella co-founder Damon Dash

the biggest boss we've seen thusfar...

if there was a knife fight over the last funyun between RAUS and PLIES, babygirls would have a serious moral dilemma.

Debuting at No. 1 on Billboard's 'Top Rap Albums Chart' this week is Rick Ross with his sophomore album Trilla.

RAUS had this to say to the Miami Herald:

Have you starting filming Days of Wrath with Laurence Fishburne?

(waaait whaaaat?)

"We already filmed it. That was real cool. That was my debut. I was out there in L.A. less than a week.''

What's the movie about?

"It's about a single parent raising his three teenage sons in a drug-infested area and making sure they stay on the right track.''

(hmm... wonder which part he plays)

You've lived in Miami your whole life. What do you love about it the most?

"The weather. I'm like one of those dudes who's not good in that cold winter. Even in March when I go to New York, there's snow everywhere. In Miami on Christmas, I get in my swimming pool.''

How's the new album?

"The new album is incredible. What I did is I picked up where I left off with Port of Miami. Make sure you print it's the best album of the year.''

thus printed ricky.
love,
the babygirls

given where due

i'm sure y'all know i'm down for Hillary - and at times in this heated race have felt a little more negatively toward B than actually reflects my real feelings about him - but i'll give credit where credit is due, and i appreciate the way he respectfully handled the sensitive subject of his relationship with Pastor Wright in his remarkable speech on race in America yesterday. i still haven't read the whole thing, but i plan to. here are a few snippets i found especially admirable:

...That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its entirety – the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity’s services are full of raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing, clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear. The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in America.

And this helps explain, perhaps, my relationship with Reverend Wright. As imperfect as he may be, he has been like family to me... He contains within him the contradictions – the good and the bad – of the community that he has served diligently for so many years.

I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother – a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.

These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love....

i know that as a presidential candidate, it's nearly impossible to navigate the issues of race and sex honestly without losing too much support, and i admire the way both of these outstanding candidates have dealt with their own double-edged swords; the historic qualities that, while making their candidacies so exciting and interesting and powerful, could have also been their downfall.

disney characters are having their best week ever.

nahla ariela aubry.

ok, halle. we likes it. but says US mag:

"Nala was the name of Simba's lioness mate in Disney's The Lion King, so it kind of has an African flavor as opposed to a genuine African pedigree," says Satran. And Ariela's 'Disney antecedent,' she says, is Ariel in The Little Mermaid."

hmm...this may or may not be a stretch, but anything's better than this hot garbage here.

while we're on polow...

you know you see him at 1:25 with the FRESH jheri. shawty swing my way.

p.s. someone find me that white woman STAT!

"bitch, i feel like i'm in the twilight zone"

...spoken by a true mel g.

this babygirl dragged me out to the club on a tuesday night, and i thank the heavens for it. ain't nothin' like a bg in the midst of some foolywang equipped with a camera. let's go.

first up--polow da don.

king of the white girls jr. and his four (4) cornrows were our hosts for the night. and by "hosts" i mean someone gave this fool a mic and free reign to walk around the club yelping and carrying on. some choice quotes from this babygirl:

"if you ain't swallowin', you're a waste of time"
"shout out to all my ladies wit' cubicles!"
"i don't got a girlfriend, but i do got a baby mama"
"obama for president!"

"where my AKAs at?!" (silence)

"all my light skin people--we back in style!" (absolutely not)

and if you thought that was too damn much, lotus is also here to help you with your dating game. see that shorty near the couches eyeing you, yet you're a little too shy to hit him with the sexy gaze face-to-face? no problem. just send a text to 64681 and the flat screens by the bar got you covered.

oh, yes. i shits you not. i was too drunk to capture the "will you marry me, kita?" followed by a "no, fool, i won't marry you bc you messin' around with shante behind my back!" but believe me--they did that.

waaaaaaait...
:dies:

me: wait but like spending your tax return is 'pull yo shoes up?'
me: what is NOT 'pull yo shoes up?'
boogie: what is not zamunda?
boogie: nothing.
me: i resent that
me: zamunda is ashley parker angel
boogie: we're not talking abt this anymore!
boogie: i hate you!
boogie: shoes is here to stay!
boogie: :falls to the ground:

Dear Taxpayer:

We are pleased to inform you that the United States Congress passed and President George W. Bush signed into law the Economic Stimulus Act of 2008, which provides for economic stimulus payments to be made to over 130 million American households. Under this new law, you may be entitled to a payment of up to $600...

Holla! The payments don't start a'comin til May (I guess 6-hundo can only travel from Beijing to the Nasty Nati so fast), but by all means, help me stimulate! What, oh what, should I buy??



these metallic gucci laceups come in just under the radar, at $585














but THESE bronze bombers by ferragamo are only $495, leaving a hundo to spare to take the babygirls out for a night at the tombs.




i have no doubt that my presence in either of these stunners will give our economy JUST the boost it's been needing, foreclosures be damned.

nikki jean, you saved my life

lupe's new vid inspired me to dig deeper into the babygirl that is nikki jean. and boy what did i find...

isn't she just...perfect? one-third of the band, nouveau riche, nikki jean is a bright, young babygirl who just does it all. singer, songwriter, pianist, youtuber, corset and curl-wearer. jeebus. long story short, honey dip has me obsessed with her and the only question i'm asking is "where do i sign?" bc my black ass is sold. and here's why:



give it up.

flowers for algernod...

the images below are all plies approved...

babygirls love a chinstrap beard and a gun slinging beach brawler... add in some girbaud jeans and we are sold.

algernod approves daytime clubwear, interracial dating, and reggie bush's poor decision making.

algernod would never buy a phantom cause 28's cain't fit.... but he neglected to mention it was cause his parallel parking skills aren't the best.

and lastly we all know why algernod approved this bust it baby here. her logic is undeniable.

somedays, I just need some plies in my life

special thanks to miami-dade county

sommore s+arck for that ass

"Who else but Philippe Starck would dare mess with a king? Reinventing the classic Louis XVI armchair for Kartell, the playful Louis Ghost Armchair (2002) is a postmodern triumph of technical innovation and historical style."

this piece is def going in my as-yet-theoretical apartment.
cop it here.

Limited Time Only - Just in Time for Easter

hmm wet seal...you send me an email about $15 dresses... just in time for easter you say...
well something about this "dress" doesn't reaaaaalllly seem easter appropriate. please do not put me on trial for receiving these emails... wet seal has gotten me out of many a bind [when i needed an easter dress to seduce creflo dollar, they were there]

HI/QI: 4 min to save a white woman

timbo's back at it, babygirls, and he ain't stoppin til urr white woman in pop music is havin you get it on the flo'. justin came along for the ride, as per usual.



i'm feelin it - and y'all? hit it or quit it?

babygirl's album drops in late april and will also, naturally, feature a track called "candy shop" by skateboard p.

lovey dovey ass back

meet brandon hines. allie put me on...sophomore year? she a freak. anyway--he went to howard. is an alpha. (woo, phrat) and will sing you into a tizzy. see joie.de.vivre.

all them times i tried to get you to open up
and tell me just how u feel inside
on the telephone
text messagin' cause you were all alone
where is yo' man?
i know you need comfort
but he's not there
just remember who you can turn to
baby, you don't have to search no more

yeh, we know.

a thief in the morning

while my loyalty lies with the hills, you know good and gotdamn well that i'll be tuning in for this catastrophe:

Vh1's Miss Rap Supreme. yeh, they did it. and i know you see my babygirl khia posted up in white looking all sorts of righteous. Vh1 producers surely know the way to a babygirl's heart.

and again, mk saves my life.

not MY charlotte!

::gasps::

dear kristin davis,

while we all know what samantha would say, i just can't subscribe. if that is really you, get help here.

love,
RBGs

thanks, mk.

gun-slinging harlem street ballers are having their best week ever.

waaait, whaaaaaaat?!

what sunday felt like...

not even remotely safe for work.

what i found was quiet, in a world full of thunder.
(minus the mullet and grass of course)

steve wilkos, that you?

i told j, "i still wanna blog abt busta rhymes" and she hit me with this whammy below. but first--y'all need some background.

so while amaris, joie and i navigated karu & y's 452 different rooms, we stopped at this one, barely-lit jumper that was full of babygirls getting it on the floor. to our left, upon entering, verrrrrrry indiscreetly chilling in a corner by himself looking big, black, and suspect as all hell, was none other than your babygirl trevor smith jr. we noticed, unmoved, and proceeded to "long island iced tea! no juice, no soda! i gave that up for lent. just liqs!"

back and forth through the rooms tho, we'd come across trevor sitting on the couch. pining. pouting. lookin' all sorts of suicide watch. and occasionally turning around and shooting a look of death at the bitchass DJ who kept shouting "busta rhymes in the house tonight, LADIES!"

to any event, the trannies kept coming like moths to a flame, as your 3 babygirls pondered for a second saying "hello" to trevor. good thing we didn't. because that would have been plain ol' inconsiderate. i mean, what if he like had to take a shit or something. phew. we really saved ourselves. good call, bgs.

now, get this:



trevor has clearly been reading some pages out of steve wilkos' book. but something tells me that if this was a black woman, this would have went a whole lot differently. slash wouldn't have went at all.

happy birthday. to. you. . .

i'm all for the celebration of born days i really am. but there has to be a better way to ring in another year of life than a birthday dinner. you force all your friends to go to this dinner where some of your friends are not necessarily friends with your other friends (cue awkward city). then you play the balancing test trying to entertain them all, and one set always wins. then comes the bill.

after 3 hours of dividing every freakin piece of toast and kernel of corn, they still manage to come up short. but me, I think, let me just order some shrimp... it's 9.95. the bill comes (just 2 hours this time) and someone says "ok everybody pay 9 dollars tax and gratuity."

Oh your meal was 80 and mine was 9.95?
Oh, you want me to pay 100% gratuity huh?
And I'm still hungry 15 minutes later.

happy birthday. to. you. i will NOT be attending next year's celebration.

(that's me in the middle on the left)

oh really, blogger?

as i tried to forward some RBG content to a friend, blogger.com kindly reminded me:

"The information you provide on this form will not be used for anything other than sending the email to your friend. This feature is not to be used for advertising or excessive self-promotion."

errr ahhhh, if anyone is guilty of excessive self-promotion (and shamelessly so) it's these righteous ass babygirls here. pull yo' shoes up.

G to tha O-V

his name is Goooooov--

“Let me reintroduce myself... I am David Paterson, and I am the governor of New York State.”

after an unfortunate revelation last week, New York did what it always does in times of distress - pulled its shoes up and made history. former Lt. Gov. David Paterson was sworn in today as Governor of New York to a very welcoming reception in Albany attended by the likes of NY ballers David Dinkins, Michael Bloomberg, Hillary Clinton and Chuck Schumer. Paterson is New York's first Black governor, as well as its first blind governor.

he made no specific mention of his predecessor and struck a very conciliatory tone:

What we are going to do from now on is what we always should have done: We are going to work together. With conviction in our brains and compassion in our hearts and the love for New York on our sleeves, we will dedicate ourselves to principle but always maintain the ability to listen.

kudos, Gov. we wish you much luck!

read the whole story here.

more santi

pictured here with our other love, santogold orange didas, is making RBG history. we've been raving about her skittles as an artist for a hot second. yes, we love her for her skittles. exhibit a: l.e.s. artistes. a weekend with daps, and my love for this star has grown exponentially.

like, i cant even handle this:

WWW?

meet maggie betts. she a staaaaunch republican, hence the "white woman of the week" title, yet i don't hate her. this bg (dare i say) is new york royalty. you like to ice skate? and go bowling? at chelsea piers? oh--she owns that. well her daddy that is. the owner of chelsea piers is a black man? you ask. nah-momma maggie just know where it's at. now that's righteous.




this biracial beauty has prolly never seen the inside of the A-train, but she for sure gets around town. and her "friends list" is tighter than the guest list at cipriani upstairs. her daddy, roland, is bff with your favorite president, so naturally, maggie can be seen on the daily with jenna and babara at her side. u know the legend of the pretty girl that always hangs out with the ugly biddies for more shine potential? maggie's all over that one.

we see you, boo.

this is so censored.

chief: know what it is? some girls just don't get that cause a man is "ill" he don't HAVE to respect you. respect is a science. some girls scar the species...pardon my rant. i just needed to vent randomly to someone who wasn't gonna get rubbed wrong by cavspeak.

seize the night lil joven.

"where i lived, and what i lived for"

concord was a place where, for four years, jenny and i could lie down on the grass. and see stars. in dunks and northfaces. walden pond, our backyard. thoreau, our guide. i miss you.

"i went to the woods because i wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if i could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when i came to die, discover that i had not lived."

Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854

wtfihop?

my bff dushane aka daps aka i stunt on you was visiting boston for the weekend, and what a weekend it was. party hoppin. thrift shoppin. dorm debauchery. and lots of new wave.

early sunday morning in true northern hospitality, i treated him to a classic meal with excellent friends at the international.house.of.pancakes. he wanted flapjacks. 3 out of a party of 6 ordered orange juice to get the party started and this is what we got:
a carton, ihop? really? complete with 3 glasses to fill for ourselves. and to compound this, the carton contained about .8752426 of the original juice content..is that what we do, IHOP?

so, i for sure took this carton home with me. and it now sits in the frigidaire next to my carton of milk dated 3.18.08.

my milk has 24 hours to live.

i won't even tell you what we saw our waiter doing during his 15 min break..

aniston's ass - we don't hate you

jenifer aniston relaxes in miami while on location for a new movie.

not bad, jen, not bad.

dead prez knows their RBGs

hell yeah.













thanks, 'sos.

J, is that you!?!

..what you doin' in cambridge?

can't even call a babygirl?

GTFOH

the infamous.

kill yourself, babygirl.

a mess: andrea
andrea: yes boo
a mess: i fell off last night
andrea: huh?
a mess: i fell onto his penis
a mess: by accident

WHERE THEY DO THAT AT?!

ummm...

...is this what i have to look forward to on the 19th?


















"hell yes" party of 1? your table is ready.

tienda china

madreee te extraño

your move, oprah

remember these three?

BleezyF wrote
at 10:33 pm on February 20th, 2006:
um p.s. you better be watching Ashley Parker Angel's crazy ass right now...(p.p.s. this motherfucker is abt to get into a FIST FIGHT!!!!!!!!) LMFAO. latas.

on writing

"We attempt to deceive others into believing that there was no self-experimentation, no posing, no lying, no insincerity, that we were born with a fully evolved style--an illusion that we cling to ferociously, presiding over our reputations as if we were our own bodyguards, our own curators, the executors of our own carefully bowdlerized estates.

Although it would be asking too much for me to forgive my former excesses, I find that my heart goes out to this strange creature from the past, and I find myself replying that while I cannot be kind, I will not disown what is rightfully mine--this foolish blind youth, this inarticulate clumsy youth of mine."

Daniel Harris, "Biography of a Prose Style," Harper's, Nov. 1994

it's a [baby]girl!

while we shuddered at the sight of this, I think we all can all appreciate having a new and righteous babygirl in our lives.
estrella magazine reports:

"Halle was overcome with emotion when she finally held her little girl. She said everything she had gone through was worth that moment. The tears kept coming as Halle didn't even want the nurses to take her baby to clean her up and measure. It was a truly beautiful scene."

congrats mom!

lord give me a sign...

An excerpt from a recent XXL interview with DMX:

Are you following the presidential race?
Not at all.

You’re not? You know there’s a Black guy running, Barack Obama and then there’s Hillary Clinton.
His name is Barack?!

Barack Obama, yeah.
Barack?!

Barack.
What the fuck is a Barack?! Barack Obama. Where he from, Africa?

Yeah, his dad is from Kenya.
Barack Obama?

Yeah.
What the fuck?! That ain’t no fuckin’ name, yo. That ain’t that nigga’s name. You can’t be serious. Barack Obama. Get the fuck outta here.

You’re telling me you haven’t heard about him before.
I ain’t really paying much attention.

I mean, it’s pretty big if a Black…
Wow, Barack! The nigga’s name is Barack. Barack? Nigga named Barack Obama. What the fuck, man?! Is he serious? That ain’t his fuckin’ name. Ima tell this nigga when I see him, “Stop that bullshit. Stop that bullshit” [laughs] “That ain’t your fuckin’ name.” Your momma ain’t name you no damn Barack.

So you’re not following the race. You can’t vote right?
Nope.

Is that why you’re not following it?
No, because it’s just—it doesn’t matter. They’re gonna do what they’re gonna do. It doesn’t really make a difference. These are the last years.

But it would be pretty big if we had a first Black president. That would be huge.
I mean, I guess…. What, they gon’ give a dog a bone? There you go. Ooh, we have a Black president now. They should’ve done that shit a long time ago, we wouldn’t be in the fuckin’ position we in now. With world war coming up right now. They done fucked this shit up then give it to the Black people, “Here you take it. Take my mess.”

Right, exactly.
It’s all a fuckin’ setup. It’s all a setup. All fuckin’ bullshit. All bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about none of that.

catch the rest of this mess here.

thanks bj

i'm ready for this to happen...

A perfect blossom is a rare thing.
You could spend your life looking for one.
And it would not be a wasted life.

March 27 - April 3, 2008

"[we] will never be as important as the ocean"

ever.

SUGA(RED)

this is now a week belated, but this babygirl right here turned deuce-deuce a minute ago, and i fear i didn't give her proper love on the day of. i haven't seen her since we last rendezvous'd in fat malibu almost 14 months ago, and it kills me every day not to have her sugar honey iced tea in my life.

here she is at the shore club in miami beach, throwin up a deuce for the occasion.

bilal owns your life.

Bilal, "All For Love"


she dreams
she dreams
she lays her head down
and dreams.

chaotic

yesterday i spent some time with my good friend jen.

jen is one of my sister's best friends, but we've long been friends of our own. she's a brilliant, maybecrazy, nomadic hip(pie/ster). whenever we both happen to be home in the nasty 'nati, we can be found daydrinking at the local pub, smokin' & ridin' in a busted up hybrid, dodging paparazzi in the drive thru at mcdo, and unearthing thrift-couture treasures from one of the city's Goodwills. our outings are always reminiscent of the happier days of "britney&kevin:chaotic," and yesterday was no exception.

at 3pm i got the "i'm ready when you are!" text, rang up the paps to let them know where we'd be, and picked jen up for a quick pre-thifting B. a few armfuls of dusty castoffs later, we emerged victorious from goodwill with some real gems, and as always seems to be the case, it was 50% off everything day!

below is a selection of my findings--


moddy Christian Dior blazer, $10


charming cactus lariat, $1


and a nicely scuffed pair of burgundy tassle loafers, $2.50


afterward, we stopped at *bucks for an iced vanilla latte and a green ginger Tazo (my fave!) to discuss our life plans (or lack thereof) and then headed home to get ready for the night. you probably already saw that on TMZ though.

we was girls together...

boogie: what are you doing?
'kinha: i'm with kayla
boogie: i am jealous of kayla
'kinha: i am jealous of your face
boogie: touché

How many people can you love before it's too much?

She said and I said--I didn't think there was any real limit as long as you didn't care if they loved you back.

McBusted!

3/16/08
approx. 3:55pm

a couple fellow Crazies...

Gnarls Barkley is set to release their sophomore album appropriately entitled "The Odd Couple."
Not too fond of "crazy" but still bumping "St. Elsewhere" - I'll be picking up a copy.
Cee-Lo himself says, "I've grown pretty accustomed to people watching, but not necessarily recognizing, the difference between seeing and recognizing something for what it truly is. And I accept those terms, but by default, some of the time, there's a part of any human being that just wants to be embraced right out of the gate." And here Green pauses for a chuckle. "I am aware of my own oddness and uniqueness. I can dig it."

As can I.

pout for me, baby.

i feel the same way, b.



stolen from here.

babygirl is about to be rich.

This undated photo of Ashley Alexandra Dupre is from her myspace page. The New York Times reports that Dupre is "Kristen," the prostitute described in a federal affidavit as having had a rendezvous (Shagged) New York Governor Eliot Spitzer on February 13, 2008 in Washington, DC. Spitzer, who came into office in 2007 promising to "clean up state politics" announced his resignation Wednesday.

[But alas, that is not News. All politicians shagg around] Hence ...

Ashley Dupre, the $1,000-an-hour prostitute “reportedly hired” by New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer, will soon be turning her 15 minutes of infamy into a nice sum of cash.

Earlier this week Dupre told the Times she was worried about paying this month’s rent after her “escort service” (Whorehouse) was shut down by federal officials. According to Dupre's MySpace page (www.myspace.com/ninavenetta), she left home at 17 for New York, where she is trying to pursue a music career. (Get/Marry Rich/Famous)

Again proving there's no such thing as bad publicity, Hustler publisher Larry Flynt told Access Hollywood on Friday that he plans to offer Dupre $1 million to pose buck ass in his mag.

Her "R&B" and "pop" songs "What We Want" and "Move Ya Body" are now ranked as the two best-selling songs on the AimeStreet.com music sharing Web site. A spokesman for Aime Street said "Move ya Body," which was uploaded to the site on Thursday, rose to the highest download price faster than any other song in the site's history.

Dupre's page on the site has been viewed more than 300,000 times and artists get a 70 percent cut of sales. If 1 million copies were sold, as some media outlets have estimated, then she's already made more than $680,000 from her notoriety. New York radio stations, including Z100, have been playing her music on the airwaves. Her profile on MySpace has had over 7 million page views. Penthouse Magazine Group president and publisher Diane Silberstein has said the men's magazine would consider offering Dupre a nude cover shot.

Pull. Yo. Shoes. Up.

What Kind Of Fuckery Is This - or - herecomesthebride

i can't even begin to post on the insanity that is my life right now. suffice it to say that i will certainly try once i'm not so far inside the box. get me out. of the box, that is.
i don't even believe in marriage. i believe that it supports and endorses a hierarchical status quo that i do not want any part of. i think it is an unrealistic expectation that any person at any point in time can declare that they will certainly, without doubt, love the same person forever and ever until death do they part. i think that is unfair. i think it puts unnecessary pressure on the two people as individuals and the relationship as a whole. the relationship itself as a singular entity. too much. fucking. pressure. there is nothing more unromantic. i believe that after all of that - it can't possibly be fun anymore. i think that men - and male-oriented-women such as myself have this fight or flight impulse, and that once we feel trapped, roped in, ball and chained, sequestered, isolated, confined and restricted - we will fight our way so hard out of shit that you won't see the trail left behind us.

and then you want to present me with two options:
for the next 6 months, leave the side of the person with whom i am passionately in love ... or marry him.

i kept thinking that these things, these obstacles and government imposed challenges - were signs from God. That I am not paying close enough attention. That God is trying to tell me something. That contrary to every fiber, feeling and emotion coursing through my body, this love is not meant to be.

And then I woke up. I realized that God intended for this to be one free Earth. That he did not create US Customs or UK Immigration. That there are oceans flowing onto shores rolling back out to seas all around the world. That a love like this isn't something I can just check along with my baggage. Tempted to feel sorry for myself, I am unable to. So blessed am I to be faced with such a fortunate dilema. No catch phrase to conclude this with, I will conclude this with tomorrow's impossible decision - neither option natural, or preferable - or fathomable. or even real.

Summer in NY

Keep an eye out for new retail locations sprouting up all over NYC this spring:
With the recently opened Gucci flagship on Fifth Avenue,

Gucci, Fall 08, Ready to Wear
the just-opened Karen Millen boutique and soon-to-open Juicy Couture and Lilly-who cares-Pulitzer storesJulianne Moore says "I've lived here 20 years and I've never seen this level of commerce and real estate." Just in time for summer.

Procreation? I think not.

The sight of this just changed my mind.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.

In case you thought I was photoshopping:
Babygirl is playin for keeps.

oh hellz no

my brother just showed me this, and it's too good to pass up.



i'm not sure which is more notable about this mess - that poor ol' mitt couldn't think of a more current hip-hop song with which to totally humiliate himself and stereotype his friends (supporters???) or that these black people were excited for a photo with mitt.

if only...

...i were half as cool as cindy's son presley



i'd be chillin'.

should i be ashamed...

...that i really kinda secretly miss heidi's presence in my (LC's) life?


take her back, 'drina, take her back!

now that's more like it!

i realized that despite 2 recent references to it, we haven't actually shown you babygirls AJ's French Vogue debút. well here she is...



fabulous!

king & queen

lebron james will join gisele on the cover of an unorthodox upcoming Vogue.

he's no Andre J, but as the seventh cover in 10 years with a person of color on it, we'll take it!




p.s. to Ms. Wintour: 7th? really? that's pathetic.

well, madge. if that's how you feel...

then, this is how we feel...

babygirls galore.

meet the browns premiered and all sorts of little brown babygirls were in the building.

they used to tell me i looked like this babygirl. if they said it today, i'd be okay with that.

this babygirl is just lookin liiiiike.... ummm hell yes. any questions? other than her man's sexual orientation. tell me how much it costs... cause I ain't buyin it!

and this babygirl here! she just might be the cutest thing up in this blog. mariana tolbert. someone deliver this cuuuute little woman before my biological clock malfunctions! gimme this baby! [as i fall asleep mid class... in the front row... directly in front of the professor. in a highlighter yellow sweatshirt. crucify me.]

hit it or quit it: WHO?

MIKE JONES, MU'FUCKAAAAS!!!!


he's baaack. and we're loving it.

also cuz i knew you babygirls missed hurricane chris.
ay bay bay-bygirl.

follow me and you'll never have to wish again...

this babygirl is named Justin Nozuka. japanese. american. canadian. 19. i'm a sucka for a kid genius (he began writing his own songs at the age 12). he turned down a record deal with universal cause he wanted to maintain his musical freedom. so righteous. he also plays the acoustic guitar and everyone knows i'd bump the klan's national theme song if an acoustic guitar was involved. luckily, that's not the case here. check out his myspace to hear more from this most righteous multicultural bg.

Paula Patton, your man just got owned...

28 mar 2008

celebración

be there.

details to come...

the bay vs. beantown

uno, lil b, stunnaman, and young l. vs. dennis, fab, and jose
the pack vs. the loop
in a duel.
paintball's never seen a better day.



oddly enough, this reminds me of violently crashing into nursery age drivers with my bumper car at six flags.
..just dangerous.

"click clack"

murdereeerrrrs!

it's official: the babygirlscouts are trying to kill us all.

and perp #1 : this fat beautiful bitch to the left, to the left.

i don't really fucks with thin mints too hard, but i'm a fool for the carmel deliiiite. i can also get down with a box or two of the pb sandwiches, obviously.

find your fave here, fatty!

can you tell i'm PISSED!?!

..probably. but it's likely that upon digging, you'll arrive at nothing short of well, nothing. and i can't help you from there. today i was pissed. upon retrospect, i was too pissed. and when it came down to saving face by wearing a smile, or frowning it out, i picked the latter. i frowned away.. until i talked to myself.

self: chill out.

and that was all i needed to snap out of it. my inner dialogue came through with the quickness and saved the day. for certain.

and that's all we have to say abt that.

not ashamed.

so come may, babygirls will be on the move. literally. i found a few two and three bedroom apartments that i need to have. i need a babygirl (or 2!) to fill those rooms. moving to dc? even just for the summer? or for the fall? dare i say for both?

come live with me. i'm so righteous.

email: righteousbabygirls@gmail.com

keep a babygirl alive

Keep a Child Alive is one of our very favorite charities, and though we babygirls may seem pretty self-involved, we're actually liiiiiike really charitable.

through KCA, $1 provides a day of lifesaving antiretroviral (look it up, snitch) treatment to children and their parents living with HIV/AIDS in South Africa, Kenya, Rwanda, Uganda, Mali, Zimbabwe and India. all proceeds go directly to their clinical services and not to administrative costs.

you've probably seen KCA coverbabygirl a.keys reppin' the cause, but just in case you didn't know: recognize.

i think i'm going to become a monthly donor, to ensure consistent treatment and access to lifesaving ARVs. for those not so committed or able, one-time donations are also most welcome. and for the babygirl who loves to dress, as well as be, righteous - cop this fly limited edition ports 1961 heartbeat kanga, all proceeds of which go to KCA:




also peep their righteous I AM AFRICAN publicity campaign, featuring some of our favorite babygirls reminding us that we all have AIDS if one of us does. and that's real.

oh so we famous now?

::returns glass slippers::

hey, babygirl.

better yet:

she sounds fucking divine.

she sed she wanted somethin' she could feel

where have all the good blogs gone?

it gotta be somethin for me to write this...

Some say, "You changin, Rashid"

Times are, we still close.

happy birthday babygirl.
i always had a thing for pisces.

4/19/2008

Tour

McDonough Gymnasium

transition

telephone. it's ol' dirty. he wants to give you directions home. then it won't be too long. day is gone. it's 3:30. two hearts above love. lasts forever. just fly away. to heaven, brother. make a place for me. brother. fly away. to heaven, brother. save a place for me. brother. fly away to heaven, brother. put in a word--for me.

DCSnacks is trying to kill me.

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i choose maddox, boogie, momma, cheung and liora.

"i do not like comfortable"

noel, you are trying to kill me.

de manha cedinho ja tem gandaia
ja tem carinho na minha praia
perna de calca rabo de saia
narinha e eu

a paixao ardente e feito navalha
so roda gente se a gente falha
mas eu to forte que nem muralha
narinha e eu

cada vez mais firme mais afiado
nosso desejo mais afinado
sacramentado
so da narinha e eu

se a mare subir o sol se esconder
a noite cair e amanhecer
vai fortalecer muito mais
narinha e eu

righteous kill

"there's nothing wrong with a little shooting. long as the right people get shot."

50, i'm ready for you.

i love this blog.

bossy

carine roitfeld, boss bitch at French Vogue, is unabashed about the ideal presented by high fashion. she wants things--and people--to be interesting, beautiful, dramatic, skinny and luxurious.

and don't we all?

this babygirl is the quintessential fashion snob, the one we fat peasants all imagine, who sees our critical objections to some of high fashion's influences (fatal as they may be) as only further evidence of our own unworthiness. she can often be seen faux smiling in real fur with her trans-Atlantic counterpart at shows and galas, but seems to scoff even at the "broad" appeal and corporate focus of American Vogue. and babygirl did have a hand in the international superstardom of one of our honorary RBGs. and for that, she's just a bit righteous:

In Roitfeld’s world, models are never too skinny, diamonds are never too expensive. Covers are not devoted to whichever film star has a blockbuster to promote, but primarily to models—when Roitfeld and Bruce Weber happened upon André J., a black transvestite with an Afro, incredible legs, and an Amish-style chinstrap beard, they put him in a minidress and on the cover.

this piece in New York magazine has some true gems from Madame Roitfeld-

on a recent trip to Thailand:

“You think this will be so glamorous,” she sighs. “You have the idea in your mind and then you get there and the people in the hotel …” She grimaces and gestures hugely in the hip area. “There were lots of people who were so fat and like that.”

on the girls who work in her Paris office:

"So people always say that I weigh my staff, and it is totally wrong. All my girls are very skinny and very chic and very beautiful. And if they are not beautiful, well, then they are very charming. So people always say that I weigh them, but no. I don’t weigh my girls."

she's one of them bossy bitches you want to impress even while you strangle her. and the babygirls are up to that challenge, as always.

s+arck

i like the way things look, and i like them to look clean, modern, funky, antique, sleek, glamorous, purposeful. whether we realize it or not, i think we're all affected by the aesthetics of our environment.

i pay close attention to it all, and i notice my mood change based on the design, or lack thereof, of my surroundings. i have a thing for design + architecture -- of the spaces i'm in, the tools i use, the things i eat and drink from, my clothes, my shoes.

whenever i have the privilege of choosing someone to design my surroundings for a moment in time, i usually choose french architect/designer philippe starck. his environments are transformational. they are surreal, dreamy, fantastical, fabulous. they are simultaneously sleek and luxe, charmingly retro and aggressively modern. his lobby at the delano in miami beach makes an otherwise mediocre mojito magical. his chandeliers at glassbar in madrid make a 12e gin & tonic seem a steal.

starck also designs loads of products - everything from gold-coated gnome furniture for high-end italian interior design manufacturer kartell to stylish tape dispensers for american mass-retailer target.

here is but a tantalizing sample of his work for you, and one of my favorite of his spaces - the hudson hotel in new york city.





there will be plenty more starck to come.