From Kansas City Star :
Thank you, Don Imus. You've given us (black people) an excuse to avoid our real problem.
You've given Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson another opportunity to pretend that the old fight, which is now the safe and lucrative fight, is still the most important fight in our push for true economic and social equality.
You've given Vivian Stringer and Rutgers the chance to hold a nationally televised recruiting celebration expertly disguised as a news conference to respond to your poor attempt at humor.
Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it's 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.
The bigots win again.
Showing posts with label hip hop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hip hop. Show all posts
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Cute Boy Alert!
Gatecrasher does not have any love for Andy's hotness.Which "SNL"-er is living up to the show's storied history of drug abuse with a whole lot of blow at the all-night after-show parties?
Monday, February 12, 2007
Snickers bar, anyone? What more can I say, top billin'!
I think Gatecrasher is outing JC Chasez as a fag.
This morning, Gatecrasher also delivered a blind item that sucked fatty.
John Mayer looks like some kind of arabic knight that is going to sell me into prostitution in this picture.
Some people call me milk!
Ice-skated like it was 1987 at Prospect Park with Sax. Lazily drank hot bovine-laced chocolate while chomping on cinnamon-y (and eggs!) churros. Why? Because it was all free and I am a bad girl. Was terrified that a boogey-man or one of the homeless was going to slash our throats as we walked through the uber-desolate park but alas we survived.
Learned the art of Ping Pong yesterday before watching Rome.
Happy Monday!
This morning, Gatecrasher also delivered a blind item that sucked fatty.
Which dead blond star was sleeping with both her Haitian bodyguard and a very well-known NYC mogul at the same time?
John Mayer looks like some kind of arabic knight that is going to sell me into prostitution in this picture.
Some people call me milk!
Ice-skated like it was 1987 at Prospect Park with Sax. Lazily drank hot bovine-laced chocolate while chomping on cinnamon-y (and eggs!) churros. Why? Because it was all free and I am a bad girl. Was terrified that a boogey-man or one of the homeless was going to slash our throats as we walked through the uber-desolate park but alas we survived.
Learned the art of Ping Pong yesterday before watching Rome.
Happy Monday!
Monday, January 22, 2007
Yo, you mean that bitch really was retarded?!
Trumpet: Here’s to facist cheesesteaks!
Sunday night at The Blarney Stone on South Street in Philly, Trumpet ate his Nazi cheesesteak and sipped some Guinness as I began the long arduous task of taking my large black “Orthodox Women from Boro Park” style hat, ratty scarf and leopard print gloves off so that I could finally fucking sit down.
Trumpet: My mom (a hippie ex-manager of a reggae band) would be so pissed if she found out that I bought shit from there.
Where did young Trumpet go to sell his soul?
Geno’s, the fox news of cheesesteaks!
Imagine a food place lit up like Las Vegas in the middle of a working class section of Philly, then picture stickers like “If you’re illegal, LEAVE”, “ Our soldiers did not fight to enlarge the borders” and the perennial classic “ We Speak English Here So Order in English!” adorned on all of the windows. The worst was when we spotted a memorial to a slain police office who was “murdered” by Mumia Abu-Jamar.
Yummicoco to Sax: Please just go to Pat’s! Don’t give these people your money.
Saturday, swapped clothing at Part 2 of Clothing Swap Party then checked out The Giraffes with Kkegel later that night. They are so fucking cool! Thank God that bottle of yeggermister did not hit me in the face!
Met up with Sax and Trumpet after the show to head over to the Bad Sweater Party. Met a woman who is could be the “egg lady” from Pink Flamingos. Sax thought that she was drunk but I was quick to assure him that it was probably the years of crack use that slurred her speech.
Sunday night at The Blarney Stone on South Street in Philly, Trumpet ate his Nazi cheesesteak and sipped some Guinness as I began the long arduous task of taking my large black “Orthodox Women from Boro Park” style hat, ratty scarf and leopard print gloves off so that I could finally fucking sit down.
Trumpet: My mom (a hippie ex-manager of a reggae band) would be so pissed if she found out that I bought shit from there.
Where did young Trumpet go to sell his soul?
Geno’s, the fox news of cheesesteaks!
Imagine a food place lit up like Las Vegas in the middle of a working class section of Philly, then picture stickers like “If you’re illegal, LEAVE”, “ Our soldiers did not fight to enlarge the borders” and the perennial classic “ We Speak English Here So Order in English!” adorned on all of the windows. The worst was when we spotted a memorial to a slain police office who was “murdered” by Mumia Abu-Jamar.
Yummicoco to Sax: Please just go to Pat’s! Don’t give these people your money.
Saturday, swapped clothing at Part 2 of Clothing Swap Party then checked out The Giraffes with Kkegel later that night. They are so fucking cool! Thank God that bottle of yeggermister did not hit me in the face!
Met up with Sax and Trumpet after the show to head over to the Bad Sweater Party. Met a woman who is could be the “egg lady” from Pink Flamingos. Sax thought that she was drunk but I was quick to assure him that it was probably the years of crack use that slurred her speech.
Friday, January 12, 2007
I love New York is a crock of shit: Wind me up and watch me...I don't know
So, our friend JRich is a muddled mess. Still in the faze of "I don't want to think about the future" and "I want to do something that makes a difference in this world", he just lets time pass him by. He's afraid to pick up the saxophone (so am I but I don't know how to play it) and lets his folk singing girlfriend ("yo, you got indigo girls on your iTunes, dude") boss him around.
Do I think I'm better than him? No.
There is something to be said about people who pee freely in the streets and in phone booths- they are not ashamed to take a chance. These fearless pissers see a clearing, drop trow and let the juices flow. That's what I want to do. Not pee on the corner of 35th and Broadway but seize an opportunity and run with it.
Finally watched some of "I love New York" last night. Does not compare to Flav but then again I am sick of that show anyway and I feel incredibly stupid for having been hooked on it in the first place. "New York" is an illiterate fool and her mother looks like a cross between a voodoo priest and a transvestite. Maybe the latino guy should not have asked if he could call New York his "negrita" but whatever. Bitch is wack.
Anyway, saw a screening of Warner Herzog's new film Rescue Dawn last week. "Nature will not work against you" ...or something like that. Brilliantly terrifying. Christian Bale and Steve Zahn were incredible.
This dude is definitely a Herzog fan. I'm a fan too, of course, but I think camel toes are even cooler:
Do I think I'm better than him? No.
There is something to be said about people who pee freely in the streets and in phone booths- they are not ashamed to take a chance. These fearless pissers see a clearing, drop trow and let the juices flow. That's what I want to do. Not pee on the corner of 35th and Broadway but seize an opportunity and run with it.
Finally watched some of "I love New York" last night. Does not compare to Flav but then again I am sick of that show anyway and I feel incredibly stupid for having been hooked on it in the first place. "New York" is an illiterate fool and her mother looks like a cross between a voodoo priest and a transvestite. Maybe the latino guy should not have asked if he could call New York his "negrita" but whatever. Bitch is wack.
Anyway, saw a screening of Warner Herzog's new film Rescue Dawn last week. "Nature will not work against you" ...or something like that. Brilliantly terrifying. Christian Bale and Steve Zahn were incredible.
This dude is definitely a Herzog fan. I'm a fan too, of course, but I think camel toes are even cooler:
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