Why Jesus, Why????

Terrance Dean, the author of Who’s Hiding in Hip Hop had a very interesting little convo with Deelishis of flavor of Love fame (?)

Peep it:

Well, me and Deelishus were introduced to one another. She notices my book and we got to talking about it. She was like, “Oh my God! We have to talk.”

“No problem,” I said.

“Okay, you know I used to date someone in the business, right?” She looks me in my eyes with her gorgeous smile.

I am definitely attracted to her. There is something about Deelishus that makes you feel welcoming. She is really beautiful with soft feminine features and a dynamic smile.

“Well, who are you talking about?” I asked already knowing who she was referring to. I really wanted her to say his name.

“He is a rapper,” she says coyly.

I get that she is not going to say his name. So I try a different approach.

“Did he used to have long hair?”

could it be?? Say it aint so!! - sass

She thinks for a moment and then looks at me shocked. She nods her head and says, “Yeah.”

“What do you want to know?” I ask.

“I mean, do you know anything. I heard…” her voice trails off and she looks at me for some indication or confirmation.

“I know some things.”

“Oh my gosh!” Deelishus squeals. She puts her hand over her mouth.

“It’s no secret. We all know.”

“No, no, no,” She continues to squeal and backs away from me. She starts laughing. “Are you serious?”

But, before we could continue, one of the hosts of the party jumps between us to get his photo op on. Then a crowd swells around us. She keeps looking over at me and saying, “Terrance, we have to talk. Seriously we have to talk.”

I smiled at her and told her, “Yeah, we do.” I know she has some things she wants to share with me as well.

We didn’t get the chance to meet up later. Everyone was shoving and clamoring around her to get their pictures taken. I got caught up in some other people, I mean, other things. I am sure me and Deelishus’s paths will cross again.

Tell the truth and shame the devil!

Rick Ross’ fool ass continues to deny “allegations” of him being a Miami Corrections Officer despite the proof that has surfaced. Its ok Ricky, you may lose a few fans because of your lack of honesty (not street credibility), but Jesus still loves you.

And was he serious with the “I know somebody that been on Americas Most Wanted”?? WTF does that mean? You know him cause you were the CO in his cell block. GTFOH!

You need more people!!!

Thou shall not bear false witness (LIE!)

Nick and Mariah’s publicity stunt marriage, may indeed be a figment of their imaginations. The 2 got married in the Bahamas which would be seen as legal in the US, however as a NY radio dj pointed out, there has been no marriage license reported. If we recall, as soon as Jay-Z and Beyonce’s marriage license was filed it became public knowledge as it is a public record. No such thing for Nick and Mariah. They too need more people.

Thou shall not covet your neighbors wife husband. Neither shall you covet your neighbor’s wife. Neither shall you desire your neighbor’s house, or field, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.

Well I don’t live next door to Bianca Beyonce, so it’s still ok for me to covet Jay-Z a little, right? I mean, he is smart, witty, a business, man. you can’t buy swag like that…I digress.

He’s rocking his ring…

Come as you are

Except when dressed like a mix between Ronald McDonald and Michael Jackson in The Wiz

Kelis' style is usually exceptional and fabulous. I get that you are in the airport and traveling but this is just unacceptable Mrs. Jones!

Amen!!

Nelly is the new face..errm body..umm booty for Sean John Underwear.

pics ganked from ybf, bossip, concreteloop

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I have borderline undiagnosed ADD, and so for me to sit down in one place and not move for the entire movie…you must know that Cover was and is the business. People sleep on these straight to DVD, full-length joints. Baybay…Bill Duke was not playing with this one. How do I talk about this movie without giving it away for those of you that haven’t seen it yet? GET THEE TO A BLOCKBUSTER, HOLLYWOOD VIDEO, or worst case… your local bootlegger (I do not advocate the bootlegger, but in the name of seeing this movie, I think we need to go the by any means necessary route here).

A native of town PA, I’ve always know that Philadelphia was the city of brotherly love, but can I tell yall how I have a totally different perspective of the notion of brotherly love post-Cover. I mean DAMN…I have yet to meet one woman who says that this movie hasn’t touched a nerve. All my conversations with my sistafriends about this movie have all gone a little something like this, “CHHHHIILLLLLEEEE IF THAT WAS ME…”

I remember when Down Low was simply another term for creeping. Twelve years later, E. Lynn Harris, J.L. King, and many others have put an entirely different twist on the whole idea of what down low means. This movie…will you make you pause and revisit the definition all over again.

What are yall waiting for…check out Vivica, Leon, Patti Labelle, Louis Gossett, Jr. Clifton Davis, and many others in a film that is sure to keep you on the edge of your seat.

For those of you that have seen it…chhhhillllle what did you think?

I know if I hear here anything about dust, and blowing in someone’s eye…LOL…let me stop before I give the movie away.

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I had the pleasure of experiencing Jazmine Sullivan perform live last week and awesome cannot even begin to describe the 21 year old Philly native’s voice. Jazmine has been around since about ‘03 working diligently behind the scenes even penning the lyrics for Christina Milian’s empower anthem “Say I”. A frequent performer on Philly’s Black Lily stage, and an already seasoned veteran in the music industry (having what was to be her intitial release with Jive shelved), Jazmine’s debut album Fearless is way past overdue. Her voice (who many confused with Lauryn Hill’s on her debut single Need You Bad), gorged with soul but amplified with clarity and raspiness is a distinct musical vehicle guaranteed to take you on a storytelling journey through time and emotions effortlessly. With heart-wrenching vocals and harmonies accompanied by simple piano chords on stand-out songs like In Love With Another Man, Jazmine tells her seemingly perfect beau she is in love with another who may not even treat her as well as he does. Songs like Call Me Guilty find Jazmine in a bit of a mess after a domestic dispute with her lover. “I’ma kill him, I’ma do it”, Jazmine says over the phone to a mother pleading with her to come home.

When asked about the title of her album, Jazmine says she is 21 now and she’s not afraid. Not afraid to try something different. And her music is just that, different from what we’ve become accustomed to more recently, studio enhanced vocals and lip synched performances. Fearless, will hit stores September 16^th and with songs like Lions, Tigers & Bears, Bust Your Windows, and One Night Stand Jazmine is sure to secure the ladies vote. But with such an infectious voice, even the fellas won’t be able to deny this candidate for a true Princess of Rhythm and Blues. Ashanti, you may be seated.

And as an added bonus, here is Jazmine singing Andre 3000’s Prototype. We ALL loved this song!

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Oh breasts. I’ve found that there is a direct correlation to how many
synonyms or how much slang is used to describe the things that are
talked about MOST often. Breasts are no different. So, at the
well-calculated risk of sounding sophomoric, let’s run through a
couple of names for breasts: Knockers, jugs, melons, tatas, tittes,
love apples, fun bags, love sacks, and hooters (and yes the list does
go on, I know because this is the super condensed version).

Let’s face it, men talk about them, look at them, goggle at them,
dream about them, buy them, and think about them (I’ll stop there
because I want this post to be PG-13). Men just have a fascination
with breasts, it’s innate in our make-up. Can any man really pinpoint
why he likes them? Why does the thought of the tata leave you gaga?
Who knows…and frankly who really cares? We love them, but I’ll try to
explain.

Let’s start at the beginning. Men, go back to when we were babies,
they were our first source of sustenance and comfort. In
pre-adolescence, they were a source of confusion, sometimes discomfort
because we couldn’t really fully understand why we couldn’t stop
looking at them. Then adolescence they became the hot topic of
conversation, but did we ever really understand why? Manhood, well
heck most men define their manhood based large-in-part to breast and
their inter most personal dealings with them (I feel like I’m
tip-toeing).

Woman also appreciate a good boobie too, so its not just men looking.
As much as a well-endowed woman will say she doesn’t like people
staring, I think she can appreciate the admiration. I think the line
is drawn when she feels that people only see her as a nice rack.
Women also realize that they are wielding a strong weapon of
persuasion, and use those assets when the time is right. Women know
what they do to us, and they do use that to their advantage.

The love of the breast is sexual. No man just wants to look at them,
that just happens to generally be the prerequisite for getting
involved with them. You don’t take the melon home without first
looking at it, making sure its ripe, and sometimes thumping it (wow I
feel like a child). We look because at our very core, we’re just
trying to spread our seed. A nice mammary is going to feed our
children well. I’m guessing you don’t buy that…I don’t either, but
since I can’t explain it maybe going back to how God may have intended
it to be appealing is all I got left.

Shoot, I’m a butt man anyway. Signing off confused…in more ways then one.

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If you would have asked me like say 10 years ago…I couldn’t have written this post.

Breasts, mine in particular are a sensitive area for me (both literally and figuratively…you do the math). As someone that went from nipples to knockers overnight (I swear I don’t remember having breasts in the 7th grade and woke up a 38D in the 8th grade)…you can’t help being aware that you cannot see your feet when you look down.

As I’ve gotten older, my lovely lady lumps have gotten larger. I lose weight, they gain weight. I think the message they’re sending me is clear, "We ain’t going nowhere." Which is fine, since I lack a rearview…I’m all headlights baby.

I think what intrigues me the most is the attention that they get. Standing in front of a class, or giving a presentation at work…I see those eyes…all around the room…zoomed in on…them. Yeah I said it. You mofos aren’t paying attention to my words…you’re paying attention to my breasts.

Don’t believe me?

I’m sitting in Marlow’s sipping on tea and writing this post, and my waiter has tried no less than 3 times to look down at my cleavage. I just looked up and caught this man (who is sitting outside with his wife and dog might I add) staring at my breasts through the window. This lady almost tripped over her own feet staring at my chest as she made her way out the door (yes sweety…they’s organic…the slight sag is evidence of that) And while I must say I’m flattered…well not really, but anywho..come on people they are just breasts.

While a lady never tells her bra size…let’s be clear…I’m not ashamed…although I argued vehemently at my last bra fitting that the lady was completely wrong about my cup size…the reality of the situation is this…being anything over a D cup, is going to get you some attention.

Going public with this is going to be hard.

Ok I’m a 50 L. Yes I said it. A 50 L and my back doesn’t hurt and I have excellent posture. And I can make these things sit up like a 36C with the right bra.

Whew..yes…that felt good. If you’ve ever asked yourself…now you know.

But in the greater scheme of things people. I’m a B.I.G. Girl…I’m 6′1” and voluptuous and anything smaller would just seem…weird. Well ok I’m used to them.

The point is this…and I say this for all of my chestfully endowed sistas…we are not our breasts. They’re a part of us. They’re not us.

P.S. I’m on to you too fellas…those extra long…super hard hugs…are to cop a feel. You can ask if they’re soft. I’ll tell you…fukouttahere. Hmmph.

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La Editor’s Smell Good of the Moment: Emporio Armani Diamonds

It’s been a minute since I’ve been on the market for some new smell good …and baybay…I’ve found more than gold…I’ve found Diamonds! Armani Diamonds that is.

This is the second time this year that Armani has won me over. Sure I’ve seen the ads, but I can’t lie…I was trying to stay loyal to my regimen of Versace Red or Yellow Jeans on a daily basis and Armani Code for special occasions.  Since I was running low on everything, I hesitantly made my way to the local fragrance counter.

I’d like to say that the lady at the counter gave me great advice, but after sniffing one fragrance that smelled like an overpriced hot mess and another that was sickeningly sweet, I almost lost hope and prepared to purchase yet another bottle of Armani Code aka Hot Sex on a Platter.  As I made one last trek around the counter the bottle caught my eye. Intrigued I politely said, "…what scent is this." The sales associate made her way swiftly over to me and said, "Oh I love Emporio Armani Diamonds!"

Wanting to see if the fragrance would blend with well with my PH, I went in for the kill. Yall, it was LOVE AT FIRST SPRITZ. I am picky about scent and rarely do I fall in love with something after the first squirt, but when I say…it was a swift battle and Armani Diamonds won! Straight TKO.

The smell is so sensual…light…a bit fruity….with the right amount of floral twist. While Armani Code made me feel sexy…Armani Diamonds made me ready to seduce someone. A random lady at the counter asked to sniff my wrist and and said, "Damn girl, that smells good!" My sentiments exactly.

The smell is a lasting once and only gets better as it mixes with your body heat.  Check Emporio Armani Diamonds out ladies…because of course you know…Diamonds will forever and always be…a girl’s best friend.

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Tocarra Jones of America’s Next Top Model fame has proven that not only is big (larger than sample size according the fashion industry) beautiful, but it can also be high fashion. Lots of girls, including myself needed to see a figure like Tocarra’s in a magazine that holds as much weight as Vogue, even if it is Vogue Italia. Lets hope America will catch up soon. Comments and judgments have been made speaking to the sexual undertones or even overtones of the spreads in the All Black issue of Vogue Italia, but I don’t think all of the spreads are sexual and as also stated, nudity is not as big of a deal in Europe as it is in America. I think the spread is absolutely gorgeous and tasteful. Yes, some of the images look like the could be found between the sheets of King magazine, but they’re not, they’ll be in Vogue Italia. So big up to Toccara! Has an ANTM model ever been featured in such a high profile fashion magazine? And among the ranks of Naomi Campbell??

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“Still…I haven’t found what I’ve been looking for, but I can’t do this no more.  I’mma just run and hide…”-Algebra Blessett

True Story.

I went on a “date” last week with this guy.  Not a new guy…we shall call him recycled goods.   I can’t say for sure why I went.  Ok.  I know why I went.  Curiosity…will now and for always kill the cat.  While I’m not big on recycled goods…I think this was definitely one of those instances where, well…

I’m not going to make any excuses.

Curiosity killed the cat. Plain and simple.

I got to our agreed meeting place…before he did…which was great because it gave me time to really think about what the hell I had gotten myself into.  It also gave me time to exit stage left if the urge hit me.  I slowly sipped on lime water and chatted on the phone while I waited for him.

I had done the  whole will we still have chemistry, what does he look like now, etc. song and dance on the drive over.  We’d messed around for 1.5 years and hadn’t seen each other in almost 3 years.

Hold on.  Let’s be clear.

I had no intentions of anything coming of this meeting.   You see the thing about recycled goods is that no matter what, they will never be exactly what they were before.

As my recycled goods headed toward me, I couldn’t help but give him a once over.  He had grown man weight on him now, but the swagger and the fresh dress was still the same.  My pretty thug.  A product of my bad boy stage.  Live and direct in Marlow’s Tavern.

We made comfortable small talk as we waited for our drinks to come.  His older brother passed away about a month ago and he was still dealing with the loss.  For a brief second, I saw the human side of him, the side of him that used to make me have second thoughts about not wanting to be right when I knew he was completely and totally wrong. The ringing of my phone snapped me back to my current reality. It was my mom. I answered and told her I’d call her back.  The moment was over and 2008 sueZette took over where 2005 sueZette had left off.

Our Rated G evening ended with hugs and “good to see yous.”  As, I rolled my window down and pulled off into the moonlight with Lil Wayne keeping me company, I got a text..”Maybe we can hang out longer next time.”

I replied, “You know how to find me.”…knowing all the while that this was the last time that we’d be seeing each other.

My mother called me again and I told her I’d been on a date when she called.

“Is this one special?”

Naw ma, he’s the past that made a temporary visit to the present.  He won’t be back.

I’m quite sure that’s not what she wanted to hear since she went into this whole spiel about me being 30 soon…and everyone needing someone.   I let her know that when I find my someone, she’ll be the first to know.

In the meantime…I’mma stay clear of the recycle bin.

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Boss Lady: Natalie Mitchell

Name of Her Company: Jazzy PRoductions, Inc.

Year Company was Established: 2002

Type of Company: Jazzy PRoductions is a premiere lifestyle public relations and event planning company.

How She Got Her Start: Jazzy PRoductions was born of Natalie’s passion for public relations. While an undergrad at the University of Florida, she couldn’t find a PR internship and so she created the internship of her dreams, her very own company.

Biggest Accomplishment to Date: Natalie’s major accomplishment to date is working on a major political campaign in Jacksonville, Florida. She managed the public relations materials for the campaign such as the speech writing and copywriting for the website; as well as the creation of collateral materials such as radio ads.

What Keeps Her Motivated: She is motivated by the opportunity to collaborate with others, especially through affiliations with professional organizations. Natalie is also motivated by the desire not to work for 30 years.

Advice She’d Give to Other Sistapreneurs: Keep the faith. There will always be challenges, so faith is paramount. You also need to make sure you surround yourself with a group of professionals that are invested in success for all. Examples of this include your local chamber of commerce. Natalie’s own main support network is Focused on Business.

Contact Information:

www.jazzyPRoductions.com

www.focusedonbusiness.com

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Name: Sass

Life Day: The 21st day of July

Age: 24

Hometown: I’m a Bronx Bombshell baby! 

Current Stomping Grounds: NYC

Relationship Vitals: Thoroughly committed to no one but God and my 3 year old

Random Fact: When I was younger I wanted to be an underwear model in the KMart circular

 Alma Mater: I believe you had to have graduated to have an Alma Mater

In My Former Life: I was a musician with no inhibitions

In This Life: I am beautifully flawed, a mother, a know it all and an aspiring everything

In My Next Life: I’ll be a star!

I Can’t Live Without: My kid!

Now playing In Heavy Rotation:  The McClurkin Project – I Need You Here

Favorite Lyric In A Song: And every time I try to be what someone has thought of me, so caught up, I was unable to achieve.  But deep in my heart, the answer, it was in me.  And I made up my mind to define my own destiny

Movie I’ve Watched More Than I’d Like To Admit: Clueless

Book I’d Never Admit That I Own: I read for knowledge.  I want to know everything (already think I do), so if I own it, I’ll own up to it.

Fashion Musts: at the moment: skinny jeans, cute flats, and a fabulous bag

Fashion Nevers: Never say never, when you’re fabulous you can make anything work. Who am I kidding?? lol

Rocks, Paper, Scissors: Scissors…cause I’ll cut a b@#^*!! 

 I miss: the days when my mail did not include bills, and all I had to worry about was keeping my nais done and my wigh tight.  One love to all my Chocolate Deluxes! lol

 Famous Last Words: ….wrote a song about it.  Like to hear it?  Here it go.

Check Sass out in the Celebish Section!
Contact Sass: Coming Soon!!

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