Guess Hoes Blogging Now....

So I have officially stumbled across a thirsty hoe...and no, we will not pass her an Aquafina! To say that reading "Kat Stacks" blog was truly sad and pitiful is an understatement. This "thirsty hoe" not only exposed her whorish ways and sexual acts with each and every celebrity she has come across, from Bow Wow to Aaron Carter (yes, you read correctly.) In Aaron's case she states that she had to get drunk off Henny to go on her date and that she thought he was a drug addict, only to admit that she had sex with him, fake moans and all. *side eye* Whether these men lived in run down apartments, were minute men, were inchworms or drug addicts its very apparent that this chick will do some "strange thangs" for cab fare. ( That's the only thing she mentions that shes been given at all.)

So as I try to make sense of her fourth grade spelling (she should spend less time giving professionals and more time hooked on phonics) I realize that men in the entertainment business still haven't learned a thing from the Superhead debauchery. Kat Stacks has resorted to taking pictures of her twitter page to prove that she's been with Nelly, Bow Wow, Jae Millz and the list goes on. She's even photographed her text messages. Fellas you have to wake up a tad earlier because these hoes aint sleeping at all nowadays! LOL!

It's so sad that this chick truly has no self worth. At the end of her blog she proceeds to describe her abusive relationship with "Daddy" as she refers to her childs father. She includes photos of the scars on her wrist from her failed suicide attempts which she also attributes to "Daddy." He made her do it. Shaking my head at it all. If you're curious I'll add the link to her blog below. It's truly a sad day when illiterate hoes are blogging folks.

http://katstacks.blogspot.com/

Made by Mattel

It was bound to happen sooner than later. A diss to Nicki Minaj. And I have to confess Keys went in despite her lack of breath towards the end and both Rainbow shop jackets that she's wearing. (One coat would've sufficed.) *shrugs* I digress, the whole I am Sam, Sam I am Dr. Seuss style of rapping does nothing for me. Personal opinion. It's nice to see a female rapper that can actually spit. Now Keys just needs to build that stamina up, give her niece those jackets back and hit the studio. Kudos Keys...nicely done Ma. Now let's see if this illicit's the response you are clearly seeking. I understand, it's a dog eat dog world and if going in on the top female rapper gets your foot in the door than so be it! It's clearly more about image nowadays then talent anyway. Here's the link, have a look see.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W8_xOWd4-Y

When is enough truly enough?

As a divorced single woman dating has been nothing less than impressive. Meeting someone, logging in mad hours on the phone, swapping stories, filling your girls in on his stats to only find yourself back at square one in a matter of weeks becomes a pattern of adopted behavior. It's exhausting! When I'm on Facebook or Twitter I read more posts from women that are fed up, lonely, horny or jilted...and sometimes there are women that feel all of those things simultaneously. Speaking for myself I have grown very disillusioned by men as of lately. By no means am I man bashing, just expressing my frustrations.

Dates have somehow evolved into Blockbuster nights. Courting or wooing a woman has been replaced by the random text after 12am. Yes..the almighty booty call. Now there was a time in life when I welcomed the booty call, embraced it in fact. Divorced women like to get their groove back too! But those days are long gone. I'm 35 years old now. A woman of a certain age begins to want something of substance. The problem then becomes meeting the right man. I believe in leaving no stone unturned. Meaning any available man could potentially be the one. But what I've found myself faced with more often than not are what I like to call Deceptacons. Yes, a damn Transformer! This would be the man that you run home and call your girls excited like you just found a rare canary diamond, only to say after 2 dates, "Girl I knew there was a reason that fool was single!" Is it too much to ask that he's not insane, married, a drug addict, in the closet, abusive, a child molester and that his credits good!

Most of the men that I know are very much aware that they are a hot commodity, the ratio of Black men to Black women is 9-1, so they figure why settle? They can have a little of this one and a lot of that one without committing. At this very moment I could start my own dating service with all the beautiful, single, educated, professional friends that I have. Friends that haven't been proposed to. Ever. Which leads me back to the question at hand. When is enough truly enough? When do we start looking at alternatives? What are our alternatives besides settling for whoever comes along, switching teams or dating outside of our race? I've noted that some beautiful talented sisters have married outside their race. Halle Berry, Garcelle Beauvois-Nilon and Keesha Sharp. Personally I'm not opposed to trying something new, you can keep the marriage end of it (been there, has the divorce papers to prove it, lol) but it would be nice to be in love. What's a girl to do when her back's against the wall? I'd just like for one Black man to replenish my faith. Is that asking too much?

Fly my pretties...fly!

So Mrs. Lil Mo became very upset with me last week. Honestly I meant no offense whatsoever and was only doing what I'd hope someone would do for me. Now let me explain this outright. I have a lot of friends that are in the business. Actors, models and comedians. I bite my tongue for no one. That's not me. I speak my mind and I am very honest. Mo is not my girlfriend per se but we've talked enough to where I didn't think she would react the way she did. So after asking a few friends if they thought I should share with her that the picture posted was not the most flattering I was told that I should. Any person that actually cared about a person in any capacity would. So I did. She flipped. Okay, back to me being friends with entertainers...I think we've all seen a photo of someone and thought, "why didn't someone tell them that's not a good look?" Well that's because the majority of the people in the business are fake. They surround themselves with opportunistic brown nosers that tell them what they want to hear. I don't play that. Okay, so she flips out and decided to pop fly. I don't play that either. So I told her what I really thought. You look like a Flying Monkey (from The Wiz). Well Mo decided to go futher with this and instead of speaking to me directly she enlisted her gays to do battle. *sighs* So after telling at least 3 of her generic bottom feeders to "die bytch die" I then shared a few choice words with the Flying Monkey herself. You see, I can be the nicest person in the world. But don't make me angry...you wouldn't like me when I'm angry! LOL!!

What else could be more important? It's Fashion Baby!!

Come on Luv..tell the truth and shame the devil. You ever heard the term "if you have to ask you can't afford it?" Well feast your eyes on what I came across at the fabulous Jimmy Choo store on Rodeo Drive. All I could do was snap a photo and say ahhh...this truly must be heaven on Earth!

Ever since my daughter and I stumbled into the Coach store like two drunkards, high off all the double CC's and came across the Coach line of jewelry it's been love at first sight! Here are just a few pieces from the new line.


Coach Poppy Flowered Earrings $78.00




Coach Op Art Doomed Ring $78.00



Coach Poppy Flower Bracelet $168.00

Eye Candy

So!! I was still reeling from being so up close and personal with Terrell Carter when I came upon pics of these two Beautiful men together at a celeb party. Allow me to introduce you to Keston Karter! All I can say is this fine specimen of a man took my breath away immediately. He has gained the honor of being the first model/actor/joy to behold! Mmm...enjoy the view!!

Bobblehead the Media Attention Seeking Liar

Normally the things people will do to remain prevalent in the entertainment field fail to surprise me, with the exception of this bobblehead look a like commonly referred to as Tila Tequila. (yes, feel free to laugh now!) This media whore has proved time and time again that there's NOTHING she won't do for a dollar. (she'll love you long time.) Now don't get it twisted, I don't hate on anyone on their grind. Sex sells and that's a fact. What I do hate on is someone that tries to exploit someone else to get ahead. Domestic violence is a matter I take to heart. I've been a child of abuse and the spouse of an abuser. Too many times I've had the police at my home taking my ex husband away in cuffs. Too many times I've sat in court while attorneys questioned me, looked at photographs of bruises and wondered to myself how did I become another Anna Mae Bullock. So to hear that this Wonder Whore lied on Shawne Merriam, made a citizens arrest, (didn't know that you could actually do that anymore) only to have the San Diego District Attorney's Office dismiss the charges just proves that the fat lady has definitely sang and the curtain has come down on Tila's 15 minutes of fame. (Is that what it really was?) To add insult to injury this piece of filth actually feels like she can identify with women such as myself, who knows the impact of a fist against a face, who's had hands wrapped around their throat while the one who proclaims to love you is trying to steal away the very air we breathe. Excuse me? Merriam laid hands on her but there were no bruises until after the fact? Have you not seen the size of this man in comparison to this lying leprechaun? Enough said. After she failed to get her spotlight with the "poor little ole me was abused by the big angry black man" she took it a step further and waged a Twitter and blogging campaign against not only Merriam, but added Chris Brown to the mix to really spice things up. Rihanna should bitch slap her for trying to compare their "attacks" in any way, shape or form. Personally I believe she may have gotten aid in her bruising from one of her Tila Army weirdos. I mean seriously, what could this Basic Bitch have to say that you would find so interesting and cause you to join her "Army?" As Chris Breezy so eloquently tweeted, "your 15 minutes are up..God bless." Domestic violence is a serious and at times fatal matter not to be taken lightly in between tweets. For someone that was so devastated and hurt she sure kept the tweets coming. If you all know me from my tweets there's a special phrase I have..something of an invitation that I'd like to say/give to la grande cabeza. "Die bitch die already!" Yes, I know..it may sound a bit extreme but that's how strongly I feel about the matter. I'd also like to extend a P.S.A to all the athletes out there. if you haven't noticed your arm candy is playing for keeps. Translation: These broads are taking you down by ANY MEANS NECESSARY! You might want to run these women through psychiatric profiling before you decide to make them "wifey."