Kim Finally Walked Out On Diddy?

DIDDY BABY MAMA MOVES OUT

Did Kim really leave P Diddy?, Did she really get sick in tired of being sick and tired. Well if you haven't heard, Kim left Sean Combs. (Again!!) See ladies, if he don't marry you in two years dump him, and please don't have a baby without the ring. That's just my opinion. She just look stupid now and used up, like a bed warmer. But, we all knew it was for show. ( His confession of his love in Essence and blah, blah, blah.)
Sources inside Combs' camp told Page Six that Porter moved out of his apartment here and she isn't going back.( This is so embarrassing for Kim. She really looks like a fool!) He dumped her twice for a women with a career.

"Kim is in Louisiana filming a movie right now, and when it's done she's moving to L.A.," the insider said.

Porter has already bought a posh pad in Beverly Hills for her and her four children - three of whom, Christian, 10, and twins D'Lila and Jessie, 7 months, are Diddy's. ( She got enough child support money)

"She is focusing on her career as a model and actress and raising her children," our source said. "They are the best of friends, but they just can't be together right now."

This doesn't mean Combs and Porter won't ever be together again. They split for several years when he was dating Jennifer Lopez, but as soon as he and J.Lo broke up, Combs went right back to Porter.

Rumors of a rift between the two started circulating earlier this year when, right after the December birth of the twins, Combs stayed out almost every night till the wee hours of the morning partying with Sienna Miller. The two once stayed out so late partying at her hotel room that they even caught breakfast together in the morning.

The friendship between Combs and Miller was rekindled last weekend when he went to London to perform in the Princess Diana Memorial Concert at Wembley Arena.

According to Britain's Daily Mirror, Combs went to the concert after-party at a club called Paper, but "didn't look too happy to be there . . . until [Miller] arrived . . . For seemingly the first time all night, he started to enjoy himself . . . he ordered six burly bouncers to form a ring around the couple. And one unlucky reveler who accidentally strayed too close to the pair at Paper . . . was manhandled out of the way by their heavies."

Combs and Miller were so engrossed in each other, they "failed to notice staff accidentally smash several champagne flutes at the table," the London paper said.

Ms Ray

Fashion:They're Leopard and They're Comfortable

I would say have a happy holiday, but ya'll know "we" just have a couple of "days off". These made up Caucasian bread holidays really don't make a difference to us...just gives us a reason to have the neighborhoods and blocks smelling like B-B-Q for the next two weeks, while everyone else is going kayaking and deep sea diving in Lake Pontchartrain somewhere. So have a great few days off!

(Above) Illustration by Eddie Nicole
Item of the week-cartier bracelet and hammer pants

Cheers to us when we get old!
Remember looking through old 60 and 70's photos of your parents and family members in amazement. Just the glimpse of your parents in their 20's enjoying life for that moment made you wish you were born at least twenty years earlier. People were so fly black then. Excluding celebrities and the wannabees, like nowadays. It seemed as if folks back in tha day stepped out on a regular and dressed fresh just in case something were to pop off. Like we say at VP. "If you stay ready...You aint gotta get ready!" That's some real shit and it was the way of life.
I was checking out some old photos of my mother when she was in her prime from college onto newlywed status, and she was such a sex pot. She wore the skimpy bathing suits and the tight ass jeans with fitted jersey tops. I can say that at the age of 26, my mother was flyer than me, and that being said without a wince of apprehension.

My pleasure has always been for years to check out what other people wear. From the horrendous to the exceptional, to just right out...oooh my God I hate her, I'm stealing that entire outfit. I've always been fascinated with the way people carry themselves...the walk, the talk, the gestures. It's the whole swagger thing, that Puffy so eloquently added to the urban lexicon, that I embrace. Just call me the observer of the cloth. I looked up to people like my mother and what she represented as a woman. Effortlessly well dressed, head up high, and oozing with sex appeal was the lady I proudly call my mother. I don't even think she realized it. So let's fast forward to 2007.... Unfortunately, I've been saddened....She refuses to get rid of her Circa 1992 leopard hammer pants that she loves to wear to the grocery store and I don't know why. She has the nerve to get pissed when she runs into somebody she knows in the grocery store while wearing the pants. When I chastise her about it, her reply is always: "They're leopard and they're comfortable, that counts for something."
Nooo it counts for nothingness!!! Cut those damn pants and make furniture polishin' rags out of em.....PLEEAAAZZE!
What happened to the sexiness that was our beloved parents? Is the reasoning behind this lackluster display of personal presentation that they work so hard and really have no time or the energy to want to look sexy? I guess the way Bush has royally fucked the economy...the baby boomers can't even retire, let alone try to dress fly. They're still trying to support our broke asses while we try to figure shit out, find jobs, and graduate from school while simultaneously saving for their own retirement...it's sad, but it's the truth. My mother has always had great style in my eyes (minus the hammer pants) and that's an extra reason why I love her... regardless of the raggedy robe that she has to hold together cause' the zipper's broken...I will always remember her at her pinnacle of high fashion. And I appreciate the swagger that rubbed off onto myself...I'm so blessed!
But my father is another story. To this day, my dad swears he's the flighest nigga' around. He would still wear butterfly collar shirts if he could find them. He still embarrasses the hell out of my brother and I on special occasions (when he's invited) with those open silk shirts of his. He purposely keeps the top two buttons unclosed to bear his old grey haired taco meat of a chest ..... Why? I know why, cause he still thinks he's SEXY...motherfukr for what!
It's hilarious talkin about it, but not so funny when this negroe comes walkin down the aisle at your high school graduation wearing a white Tony Montana suit, with the open chess silk shirt, with brown sandals looking for a seat....WTF!!... and then when you go to PROGRAD or the after-graduation lock-in at your school and the one dude that always clowns starts asking random people, "Who's daddy was that in the white Tony Montana suit?" knowing it was my dad.
"Nigga that's my daddy! You saw us taking pictures! Where's your bucktooth father! Didn't see him around, at least mine showed up..."*That's exactly what I said too. I still remember that. I deserved to get cracked on, cause I would have been shit talkin for days if one of my friend's fathers showed up looking like Leon Phelps.

Obviously he has issues, hence the reason my parents have been divorced for over 17 years.

So how will our generation represent. What will Beyonce, Rhianna and Ashanti look like when they're 40 plus? Black folks are getting plastic surgery like crazy, so who knows? Probably a dash of their parents, a scoop of Latoya Jackson, with the elasticity of Star Jones. It really comes down to us regular cool folks to continue the "Black Don't Crack Phenomena". What I have learned from my experience with stylish elders is to stay CLASSIC...and the sexy will come. Not saying that you can't effortlessly be sexy after 50. It's when you TRY to be sexy after 50 is the problem. That kind of sexy never comes across well. Some of my guy friends still ask me "How's your sexy ass momma?"...and that never bothered me, because they know she doesn't TRY to be sexy....it's all about the imagination! But if you have guy friends coming over just to see how low she can go on a random day, that's just ghetto inappropriate foolishness.
The truth is that a plus 50 can't be sexy with sweaty saggin tits while wearing a tube-top. Nor can a plus 50 ever be sexy while wearing tight nut hugger jogging tights knowing that when he sits on the toilet his nuts will more than likely splash in the water...a literal fucking tea bag! *You'll get it later :) If you got all that going on, that means you're too old to be wearing certain shit! Therefore I feel there should be a 75% class with a 25% sexy dress code for the plus 40's of the world.

OUT OF RESPECT FOR MY ELDERS, I USE THE WORD CLASSIC. WHEN US YOUNGINS' OF THE 80's GET OLD, I FEEL WE SHOULD STAY CLASSIC! FOR CLASSIC IS ALWAYS SEXY. HERE ARE SOME GREAT EXAMPLES OF PLUS 50's
Carolina Herrera: I swear this lady looks better and better every year. She is the most stylish lady around. She's the poster woman for white collar shirts, it's her signature piece, she wears them with everything. Ladies, after a certain age a classic white collar shirt and great slacks can take you a long way!

Cool old guy with a the red vest. It's all about the hint of color! Kind of Sexy!

photo credit:thesartorialist

Silky, Silky Soul Singer Frankie Beverly. He's so cool! What he wears at his concerts is what he wears at home. Reminds you of the cool uncle you always wanted!- So Cool, He's Sexy

Lauren Hutton has aged very well and just as classic as ever! Sexyiness

photo credit:thesartorialist

My friends and I always say, "I'm a stay fly forever". I really can't see myself falling off....walking around with open toe sandals with white socks, wearing family reunion t-shirts in public... Naah I dont see it! But you never know! I heard that after a certain age some women don't wear blue jeans. Now that's some grown shit. I couldn't imagine not ever wearing jeans...hell that's apart of my daily wardrobe, but it may be a good idea. Now that I think about it, my mother doesn't wear jeans!
Anyway, here's to the old folks who gracefully keep it sexy in their own geriatric way...lol

He looks like that could hold a great and wise conversation. Wise=Sexy

photo credit:thesartorialist

Can't forget Lady DiYeah that's Tina at the ripe age of freakin' 58. The epitomy of "black don't crack"!

So with that said. To my black people, the earth is falling apart and by the time we hit our 50's we may not age at the full potential of our ancestors. We have to keep the "Black Don't Crack" phenomena going. Let's Continue to Keep these other folks guessing!
Here are some tips:
1. Use sunscreen, and always apply moisturizer wiping from the face to the scalp
2. CoCo butter does work. I've been using it on my ass since high school and I have no stretch marks...well maybe a few, but not at all noticable
3. Drink water and exercise
4. Brush your teeth with a little peroxide, it keeps the grill white...especially if you smoke and/or drink coffee and tea
5. Smile sometimes. Black folks walk around mad as hell. It doesn't hurt to smile and be nice to a person, even if they had you kickin' lions at work.
Be sure to pass this post on to your friends at work....we gotta look out for each other for the sake of our reputation. For when our kids tell the world about what we once were, we wanna leave a great legacy. Keep up the sexy!

Peace and Blessings,

Eddie Nicole

By the way, If you ever wanna get a cool expensive gift for someone, word on the street is that the Cartier Love Bracelet is the hot new charity gift. The proceeds go to...I'm sure another "Save the Africans Charity". So spend some money on a great cause...if you got it like that! Or just spend it on me!

Peace and Blessings,

Eddie Nicole

The Crack Files: Subs, Trains, and Automobiles?

I think that in some sort of crazy way I am fascinated by the crack heads of this nation, especially the one's in New York City. It's probably because in NYC, poverty is right smack in your face and the majority of native New Yorkers are jaded by the thousands of crack heads and their shenanigans, that they just ignore it...oh not me! I love witnessing, sharing, and hearing other people's stories about their encounters with the wacko's of the world. So I give you today my fabulous Vanity Pages readers (all 10 of you, I mean 12-I noticed we have some new readers...glad to have you, by the way) 3 short stories, that take place on the train, in the subway station, and in an automobile...

CASE 1: Early morning on the train

So, I had to be at work very early on a Saturday morning for an event and I was incredibly tired. I went out that night, had only 2 hours of sleep, not to mention I was still tipsy. I get on the train and I decide to close my eyes until my stop just to get a few extra minutes of rest. I feel something on my foot. And, I'm thinking to myself, "I know this isn't a grown person stepping on my foot? It has to be a little kid, but it's too damn early..." I open my eyes and BAM! There he is! A crackhead looking at me dead in the eye with a "Bitch move your feet out the way" type of look. Naturally, I rolled my eyes at him like he was crazy...well he actually was, so I just left it at an eye roll because there's no telling what these crack heads will do. And, I am one of 3 people (including the crackhead) in this particular subway car. So I commenced to closing my eyes again after he walked away as if he was going to walk through to the next subway car-I thought I was in the clear. Next, I heard slurping from an aluminum can...and then the crumbling of that same can, at that moment I think to myself, "I know this nigga ain't about to throw this can at me?!" The next thing I know, I open my eyes and this ass hole throws the sprite can at ME!!! WHAT??!! Then he takes his cracky ass to the next car! WTF??

CASE 2: The Subway Sandwich

My dear friend Eddie Nicole was with her boyfriend in the subway station and they see a typical homeless/crackhead on the platform with his bags looking hungry and tired-he was asleep (or at least he looked like he was). She had a sandwich from subway and didn't want the rest. Mr. HomelessCrackhead guy looked like he could use a bite, so Eddie, being the generous person she is thought she would be a good Samaritan and give him the rest of her Sub. She laid it next to him and walked off feeling like she did her good deed for the day. Little did she know, Mr. HomelessCrackhead guy wasn't feeling her sandwich. As a matter of fact, he felt like she should know it, so a couple of seconds after Eddie walked off feeling good about herself, she felt a massive thump to the back of her head!!! The bastard threw the damn sub at her!! LMAO! I guess his message was, keep your sandwich Bitch, give me the money!!!

CASE 3: The Automobile
Another one of my dear friends in Houston shared an unfortunate story with me the other day. Her car was broken into. I was sad to hear about it because in these particular situations, one typically gets their fancy shmancy radio/cd/ipod player stolen or something else of value. On the contrary, her story was worst than that. She walks to her car during her lunch break and the window is broken. Immediately she thinks, "Oh no! I left my radio face on, and my Nike bag is in there with my work out clothes! Oh shit, I just bought some new shoes , they are in the bag too!" And, she continues to think of the valuables she left in her car all at this moment. She opens the door, and sees that all of the items in the gym bag are removed from the bag. Sprawled around the back seat of the car. "But, wait! Everything is still in here, this is crazy," she thought. Well guess what folks? All that was missing was her cigarette lighter and the gym bag! What kind of shit is that?! Now, I'm glad that all of her belongings were there, but this theft is screaming crackhead! All he took was a bag and a lighter!

Until next time...

Lady A

Tea Cups and Dog Fashion

We have friends, who have friends with Tea Cups Pets. I decided to post some cute posting about doggie fashion and some of the crazy styles that are out for pet lovers with tea cups and other size dogs. and hotos of other tea cups bread. I want a tea Cup!!








The Garden Party Dress
Limited Edition by Susan Lanci for Swarovski
Strictly for truly pampered puppies only! With a price tag of $3,000 this gorgeous dog dress and nothing less than breath-taking with its elegant design and extreme attention to detail! Designed by Susan Lanci for Swarovski, this exclusive piece is a limited edition
This little Outfit will cost you.

Shoes for your dog. If you haven't seen any dog
wearing them. Please come to New York. It's funny and cute. Now this is crazy. But it's fashion


I could go on and on with this, I have to stop.
Ms Ray

New york Designer Malia Mills Bikinis

Malia Mills Bikinis
You don't have to be a size 2 to wear her pieces. Rated #1

It may be just tw0 minuscule pieces of Lycra but, fashion-wise, nothing causes quite as much pleasure and pain as a buying a bikini. And while color, print, and shape are all important, the key thing to get right is fit. (right Ladies)That's where New York designer Malia mills comes in- her bikini tops work just like a bra, each one featuring contouring seams for shape and a perfect fit; three set of hook fastening at the back and three different size straps ranging from thin for small to thicker ones on D-cups pluses. So don't worry she has something for all sizes.(really!!!) Stylish top that cover the tummy and a few one-piece suits can also. The bottoms also come in a range of shapes, fits, and styles, so you can ensure you find the perfect pair to suit your shape.

Mills and her staff take each individual as she comes, and her expert teams use their trained eye to size you up. You will love it.

Where to find Mills
1031 lexington Ave
New York, NewYork
or call for more location
212 874-7200

Ms Ray
Muha!!!http://www.maliamills.com/Pages/index2.html
Thank me later..

Ice Cream Any One, Gelato is the Best!

Yolato has developed over 100 different flavors of gelato to introduce to customers. From traditional flavors such as Chocolate and Vanilla to more unique flavors such as Pumpkin Pie and Tiramisu. Gelato Artisans are constantly striving to provide new taste sensations. Must try!! yum.

This Ice Cream is so Yummmy, you must try Gelato. Anyone with a sweet tooth should get the next flight to Sicily-an island where they even eat ice cream for breakfast, usually in the form of a hollowed-out brioche filled with gelato. Ice Cream may have been invented here some time around the 8th century, when Arabs inhabiting the island first thought to scoop the ice from the slopes of Mount Etna, and combine it with sugar, milk, and flavoring from local products, such as oranges, almonds, and roses. The ideal way, they figured, to stave off the fierce summer heat. You must try this Ice cream it's soooo good. you may not have to fly to Italy but if you do try it. But check in your areas near your home or come to New York.
I Love the chocolate.

Ms Ray

Another Movie to Support: Talk To Me

I love me some Don Cheadle! He is one of the most talented actors in Hollywood. Great to see him consistently working. I love him in all of the Ocean's 11 movies. The British accent is what gets me when he plays the ballistics expert. Check out Ocean's 13 if you haven't, way better than 12.
Check out the new trailer for his movie, Talk To Me. Looks entertaining.




Related Post: American Gangster Trailer

Hump Day

OOOH where do I start? I'm just gonna wing it until I can figure how I want to really tell this story. Let's start with a warm up shall we!

Random Shit:

I have you ever felt too shame to eat your lunch at work with your co-workers cause you were to broke to bring or buy a real meal...eatin' your little PBJ sandwich at your desk all quiet.

Don't have the nerve to eat the instant lunch Ramen noodles, people be at work lookin' at you all crazy...like what's that old noodle smell. Bitch, let's take a collection plate around here since you so worried.

Who feels that Rhianna totally swagger jacked FeFe Dobson? I watched her new video for "Shut Up and Drive"....not feelin it. It would really be interesting to see FeFe Dobson really try to make a big comeback to give Rhi Rhi a little lyrical competition. You can tell Rhianna has the corporate money engine behind her, that's another reason she looks so hot. I never cared for Rhianna's musical talent so I can't say I miss her "island sound", but that sound was really her, I guess. But the white folks are gonna invest so much in Rhi-Rhi that I guess the music itself really doesn't matter.

Aaaw Fe Fe, I hope there is still room for the real black rocker chicks

So Coral is a Lesbian. The MTV Reality addict is now exploring her new sexuality. She said she has always had it in her, she was just never ready to come out. BOOOO! I don't believe it. I feel another fake publicity stunt to get some flashlight shine, cause that's all she's gonna get!

Wow, white folks have started their own currency in the US. This has been around for a while and I had no idea. In a town in western Massachusetts, there is a new currency called BerkShares where Norman Rockwell is the face. They call it local money. BerkShares are accepted in about 280 cafes, coffee shops, grocery stores and other businesses in Great Barrington and neighboring towns, including Stockbridge, the town where Rockwell lived for a quarter century. Do black people live in towns? Ya'll let me know, so we can get our Frederick Douglas on. You know when they do it, we right behind them...unfortunately!

Lt. Mauser, Tackelberry, Sergeant Proctor

I miss Police Academy. It would be awesome if they came up with a new cast.
Who would ya'll cast? I'm thinking Vince Vaughn (Mahoney), Brotha Man from the 5th flo (Hightower), Will Ferrel (Tackelberry), Mos Def or Dave Chappelle (Sgt. Jones), Neecy Nash (Lavern Hooks), the agent from Entourage (Maussar)....that would be the shit


Meet the FLOMasters. You ever wonder how black folks come up with these dances. They don't just pop out of nowhere. Well, here are the guys who came up with most of the ATL "lean wit it rock wit" dances. It's kind a cute how they're so serious and all in sync.



Ok. That's a good warm up.

So have you ever had the worst sex in your life? Don't worry it happens to the best of us!... and if it hasn't happened to you yet, then guess what? You're a lucky bastard! I thought the worst sex of my life was when I thought I lost my virginity. But jabbing doesn't count in my opinion, so that uneventful hump day was just a waste of time and feelings of awkwardness....side note: he thought he was really doing something and had the nerve to tell everybody at school, and I had the nerve to think we really "did it".
But that was ions a go.
On the real, I would never wish a horrible sexual experience on anyone. The worst hump day of your life will always be a memory. It's so shame for you because you had to experience it and for the partner because he/she had to give it. I can say, since I had my horrible sexual experience, I finally understand the pressure men have had for years. For some reason I had the misconception that at the ripe age of 25, every man would have been on top of his shit. I thought the penis power that men posses at the mid 20's would have been at the pinnacle of full potential. I guess you can say there is always a rotten apple in the bunch. It was so bad...I'm waisting time writing this shit let me get to it...lol.
So it was my first year in NYC. Arriving from Houston, Texas, I was so excited. I was on top of my game, working as a personal shopper's assistant at Bergdorf Goodman, I really thought I was the shit. Nothing could ruin my New York Experience.
I was open to meet new people, not to mention the fact that I hadn't "done it" in like a year. New York is a funny place, cause' you never know who you'll meet. Everyone is from everywhere. Would I meet my "BIG" or "Aiden"? Could I inevitably get my "Sex and the City" on?The possibilities were endless. So a lesbian friend that I worked with hooked me up with this guy from LA, we'll call him Flaccid Fill. By the way, it's hard for me to have lesbian friends...I will save that story for next week....Anyway, we met at some spot and I thought he was kinda cute. Not really my type, but I felt like if I continued on this path of rejecting guys, I would never meet anyone that could possibly be the best penis ever. So after weeks of going out, he invited me to his apt.

.... NOW HERE ARE SURE FIRE SIGNS OF DISASTER....
TAKE NOTE AND LEARN

The Apt- In New York, looks are deceiving. Most apt buildings look like shit! You might be looking at some of the most expensive property and it looks like a nigga could easily be dead somewhere on the fourth floor. So, yeah, his apt building looked like crack, but I still had hope because we weren't in his apt. At least it had an elevator.....
The apartment was ok. It was not that clean...not my standards...but I'm coming in with an open mind...It's New York. So we eat some take out, watch a movie, crack a few jokes...you know shootin' the shit. It's late, I'm not getting on the train...and he wanted me to stay.

The Kiss- It's all my fault because I could have stopped it at that...but I was thirsty so I kept it going. We kissed and he seemed unsure of himself with that. He was kissing all fast but soft...it was weird. I'm a fan of a great kiss, a firm, not too wet, a little tongue action, sucking of the lips kind of kiss, not too fast, but not boring slow....that kiss was just awkward. I'm already like uggghh! But we kept it going.

The Foreplay- So when he finally caught on to the way I kissed, I'm thinking ok, maybe this wont be so bad... We were doing the "I wanna "do it" but don't wanna seem thirsty so I'm gonna take it easy kind of foreplay" which can be cool. I don't like jumping into things too fast, at least when I'm sober. Shit, this nigga acted like he was going down and then paused and said "I don't Go Down"...so I said..."I didn't ask you to"... I was tight because he even said that..."Didn't nobody push your head past my belly button, now you scared","Get off me!..." He rolled over looking all rejected. I just wanted to escape and go home, but it was like 2am....

This is so hard to write ya'll....lol

The "Did It" Part- I'm using the term "Did It" cause it was that junior-high school. So it's late and I'm thinking, is this the story of my life. I haven't "did it" in a whole year, and this is how I end my drought...tisk tisk...oh well...I knew he still wanted to "do it" cause he kept rubbing on my ass while I was sleep. So I "scooted" over. You know how we do. And from then on it was just a series of the whackest events that could have ever happened to a woman in life. First off I hate when guys have a soft ass, it's gross..."You don't work out"! Then he had the nerve to have all these stretch marks, and on top of that he was a slim guy... I'm saying to myself "E, save some of the integrity you have left and just run out right now....do it, do it before it's too late, do it now, before you give a pity fuck...aww bitch your gonna give him a pity fuck....what's wrong with YOU!" All I can say is I didn't give him the satisfaction of switching positions...lol. I just closed my eyes. I felt like Ceely..."He just get own top a' me...and do his business".
Flaccid Fill was not even doing his business.
That's what sucked. At least Mister gave it to her. Shit, I would have switched him out for Mister at that point. After that night, I felt violated... I felt violated because I gave him the time of day, I let him take a part of me that I knew I shouldn't have, and then didn't even make him feel like shit about it afterwards. He didn't deserve my scrutiny...let some other bitch act like she cares enough to even tell him how bad he was, Noooo my brotha.... not on my watch. Needless to say, I never called him again...SHAME! I guess that's why I'm telling the world. I know!...I've shamed you all....no,I have. I hope the men are reading....I pray they read this. I'm trying to stop horrible dick for everyone. Ladies spread the word! JUST SAY NO TO HORRIBLE DICK!

I Love you all!

Eddie Nicole

Maybe I Will Buy an Album This Year

Kevin Michael- From Philly

Rembrandt- The Warriors

I just got word from myself, that ya' girl might finally legally buy a whole album. Ya'll know there is no music worth buying these days other than old school throwbacks, and I still pirate those...that's neither here nor there
Meet Kevin Michael out of Philly. He's the latest R&B/Soul crooner from Atlantic Records. His album will be dropping in August. This song featuring Lupe Fiasco is on my new theshit list. I actually feel like I may buy an album this year, who knows. The sound is something we've been missing in black music since the whole male Neo Soul movement came and went (Bilal, D'Angelo, Ralpheal Saadiq). His sound and style is very hip and fresh. I know he looks like Rembrandt from The Warriors- that actually makes him even cooler in my opinion, but listen to his music and what he has to say. And Lupe just makes the song even more real, with his sexy skateboard kick pushin', bifocals wearin' ass!

Yummy, Yummy, Gumdrops!

We all want the same thing!


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All them mocha lattes, you gotta do Pilates + The Rev

Good morning, good afternoon, or good day depending on the time you're reading this. I have an announcement to make:
I feel it's time for us to step up our work-out plan. Honestly, I have been surprised to see more women of color in the gym working out more than ever before. Due to health reasons and stress, it's a definite priority. We're representing in the gym, so I give us mad Kudos for that.
Although working out for health reasons is great, aint' nothin like exercising and seeing the results. It feels so great when you try on a pair of your old favorite jeans and none of the annoying bulge hangs out. Better yet, when you try on anything fitted and you can see toned skin as opposed to the inevitable cellulite. To all my ladies who have picked up a few pounds and you need a push to get back in the gym, Here's inspiration:

I know it's Beyonce and everyone talks about how great she looks. It's not about her, it's about us. I remember when B was thick and a hamburger away....I know we can do it. Hit the gym ladies. Yeah, she has a trainer and eats meals that a pigeon probably wouldn't eat, but this is just inspiration. Beyonce did not always have this body. If you want to look fly and healthy, fine and sexy, it takes hard work. You have to work out at least 3 times a week, at least. And everyday do sit-ups and crunches, it really works. If you're gonna eat at fast food restaurants, eat the salad on the menu, I promise you will feel better about yourself when you see your friends eating those disgusting "mystery meat" hamburgers.
I've been working out for about a month 1/2 straight, and I'm seeing results. I would throw up a photo of how great I look, but I wouldn't wanna hurt ya'll like that...lol. Get off the couch and give your man something sexy to look at. And if you don't have a man, hitting the gym might increase your game.
I know it may seem shallow to put "B" up here, like she has the most bangin' body. But she kinda does. There's all kind of body types that are sexy, and you may not fit her category. But for myself, she is my inspiration.

That's right put in work
Move your ass, go bezerk
Eat your salad, no dessert
Get that man you deserve

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The Rev
a.k.a Creflo Jr.



Did you all here about Mase with the transvestites? Supposedly he got into a fender bender with someone while trying to pick up male prostitutes on the popular gay "ho-stroll" on Spring Street, in Atlanta. I'm sure you can find this rumor on concreteloop. What the hell is going on? I thought he was a man of the cloth.
Anyway, I always wondered about Mase's preaching skills. So I did a google search and I found a few clips on youtube.
I don't like to pass judgment on anyone who's "trying" to do the right thing, but as you watch this listen carefully. Where in the hell did he get the southern accent? I know he went to school in Atlanta, but I thought he was from or at least lived in Harlem, NYC for a number of years. Am I wrong? We all know that anyone can jokingly imitate a New Yorker, but a true native of New York can never fake a southern accent, it's scientifically proven. The twang and the drawl is something they can't grasp. Maybe he's not a native. But, what's up with the preacher's tone? He reminds me of a Creflo Dollar...but not as original, if that makes any sense. It's one thing to be a servant of God and minister to people, but it's a problem when a preacher's sermon is constantly about how to be successful and up one's income...and then to throw in a faux stereotypical preacher's voice. It's was too much for me. But that's for another day....Don't really wanna get into religion. One more thing, do you believe Mase? As a Christian, I don't feel that I could take him seriously, but his congregation is so huge, I felt like I had to at least listen. Have any of you been to his church or know of anyone who's listened to him speak? What are your thoughts?

A Text Message is what it is...A MESSAGE!

I know I'm not the only person who feels this way, because my girls and I have had this conversation over and over again-and we all agree. Look fellas! It's okay to text and say "hey just thinking about you" or "I'll be there at 7" or "are you gonna be there tonight" but when you send a text and want to continue a long ass conversation, then that's where I draw the line! After about 4-6 texts in a time period of 10 minutes, it's time to get a real phone conversation started. I guess what I'm saying is that text messaging is making people lazy and it's showing that people are either socially awkward or its making it easy for people to not develop conversation skills. What the hell is this? Do people not want to get to know each other any more? All I'm saying is that having a whole conversation through a text message is a lousy and lazy way to keep in contact with someone.

I know some of you fancy shmancy guys have your blackberry's and your side kicks and what not. But, some of us have little flip phones and there is only room for 160 characters per message (including spaces)-my thumb is going to get arthritis! And, I'm running out of ways to abbreviate words. After a while texting gets to be so damn impersonal, hell, how do I know your not sending a mass text to all the chicks in your phone talkin' 'bout "whats up?" To me its no different from the millions of texts I get on the holidays saying "Merry Christmas" & "Happy New Year!" Oh! and just because you text me today does not mean that we talked, texting does NOT count. Texting is simply a way of just saying "hi" or touching base, it is NOT and I repeat, NOT a real conversation. Texting has no tone of voice. It's hard to tell if the person is saying something in a mean way, or a funny way, or if they are yelling (b/c some people text in all caps ALL the time) It's just hard to read into sometimes, ya know?

Like I said, it's ok to text to get quick information, to say "hello", or any type of short MESSAGE (hence the name "text message") Its also ok to do while bored in class or bored in a meeting. It just becomes a problem when it turns into a long ass conversation and you're sitting on the damn sofa, ugh!


This is Lady A signing off! Until next time...

Judge orders man in Ga. sex case freed

Wilson, 21, is a former homecoming king and athlete with a 3.2 grade point average at Douglas County High School in Douglasville, Ga.

His conviction stemmed from a New Year's Eve party in a motel room in 2003. Wilson and other male partygoers were videotaped having intercourse with a 17-year-old girl and receiving oral sex from a 15-year-old girl. He was acquitted of raping the older girl and found guilty of aggravated child molestation of the younger girl, which at that time was how state law categorized oral sex when the male was 17 and the female was younger than 16. At those ages, intercourse would have been a misdemeanor.

Wilson's felony conviction came with a mandatory minimum sentence of 10 years and the requirement to register as a sex offender. That registration would restrict where he could live and work.

Bernstein argued in court last week that Wilson's punishment was excessive and violated the U.S. Constitution's ban on "cruel and unusual" punishment.

In his ruling Monday, Monroe County Judge Thomas Wilson, no relation to Genarlow Wilson, called his sentence "a grave miscarriage of justice."

The judge threw out Wilson's sentence, amended his conviction to a misdemeanor and sentenced him to 12 months, with credit for time served. Under the ruling, Wilson would not be required to register as a sex offender. This story broke my heart, because it was completely unfair . I'm so glad they finally resolved the matter, but I don't feel he deserve even a misdemeanor conviction. This whole ordeal changed this young man course of life. He was headed to college with scouts and scholarships waiting for him after graduation.. Over a lie an excessive law. He just had a blow job with a peer at a party, and for this he was sentence to 10 years. Thank god, he freed and I hope he's able to get his life back on track and put this whole thing behind him.

God bless him
Ms Ray

The Brotha Man Has the Plan....Understand!

How many of my 10 viewers (6 are friends) are into Poetry Slams? And if so, have you ever left feeling inspired and/or entertained? Other than watching random episodes of Def Poetry Jam when it was hosted by Mos Def and stepping out to an occasional poetry slam back in my undergrad, It has never impressed me...I guess I'm too cynical and sarcastic. But ya'll gotta feel me. Everyone's nodding heads and snapping...shouting to the poet "tell em girl!"... damn... Are we in church? I feel lame, like I'm being forced to participate. I like poetry and I can appreciate it in a card or in a book, but the live spoken word performances does nothing for me. I know... I can here you guys now, "Wow she's so insensitive". It's just, I have heard a lot of corny motherf#$%ers get on stage and try to get all sentimental and serious. Trying to make a local celebrity out of themselves by spittin' linguistic isms (lol...don't know what that means...just sounds right for this post)
There's the guy who can't really find a girl, so he gets on stage with his overly practiced performance of his ode' to sex and love. "My black beauty queen, this and that. The taste of your chocolate dripping into my mouth....." blah, blah, blah....like I said, cool on paper, but corny in person.
What about the my brotha's keeper poet? The one who gets on stage and gets mad at the crowd. He starts pointing in the crowd talking about how institutionalized the black nation is, defining the word "nigga"...got all the black folk who use the "n" word frequently (like myself) all uneasy ...making white folks feel all uncomfortable....that shit is comedy.
You got the black female poet with the all naturale' look...I call them "twig and berries", you know the ones who light incense and candles on stage, smelling like frankincense and myrrh, imagine Erykah Badu as a poet, naw she would kill it, but ya'll get the picture. I love my sistas and there powerful speeches of oppression and rising out of this chauvenistic society, but damn! Take it easy sweetheart! Some people just need to get laid...real good.
Can't forget our fellow brothers and sisters from another mother. The white folks are the worst. Most poetry slams garner large urban audiences, so they feel like this is there time to let us know that they understand the urban plight in America. Right!

I'm not trying to shit or hate on anyone's passion, but these are just my thoughts, and I know I'm not the only one. My friend brought this to my attention a long time a go, and I was always afraid to tell people how much a hated spoken word poetry in fear that I would be looked upon as an unintelligent derelict to black society. Thanks Aja, you gave me confidence to speak out.

Yesss...I feel so free...like the bird that flys high in the sky...overlooking the nation as we consistently prioritize our lives on jaded ideas and misconceptions about the next man, not realizing that the brotha man has the plan...cause it's all in HIS hands...HIS meaning the man upstairs...UNDERSTAND!!!

Didn't think so!

If you wanna check out sexy poetry that's not corny, go to my buddies site eclectik-relaxation
I can admit, I have enjoyed some poetry jam moments... here are a few poetry clips that I really enjoyed from Def Poetry Slam... I mean Jam (when Mos was hosting)

The Cool


The Inspirational


The Funny

Trailer for "American Gangster"

This movie is going to be the movie of the year. Oscar nods are already buzzing!! Shout out to my girl Michelle. She's casted in this movie as one of Denzel's girls. She will be one of the, how shall I say this.... courtesans in the movie.

Take a Stand!

Why has the game all of a sudden changed? Meaning, the inevitable chase. You know the dog vs. cat chase. Is it because I am teetering on the line of mid to late twenties, therefore, I am realizing that men have some of the worst game? or at least the brothers that I have ran across. I seriously feel that across the board, not matter what region, the majority (not all) of men age 26 and up, feel that they are so spectacular that whatever comes out of their mouth will please the panties off of unsuspecting women. Just today while coming back from a beautiful lunch in Bryant Park, a 38+ man drops his call from the pay phone to run me down to ask for my number. Now why-eboni-why would I give him my number if he's using a pay phone? Why? What made him think that he would have a chance. And I started to ponder and reminisce......

I remember back in the day when a brother would come up to you hollering some dumb shit like, "scuse me miss! let me holla at you" or from across the room try to point the finger and motion you over. He would get dismissed with a quickness. I used to roll with my older cousins and watch the shear delight of them dissing these poor guys back and forth with no avail. Now my cousins were bad, meaning fly and cute as hell, so yeah I can say they were conceded, but these guys deserved the shit they had coming to them.
Now it's like all is fair game. Dudes are out here bad, saying whatever the fuck they wanna say. As long as they got a decent physique, a nice job, and maybe a car, these niggas feel like they running the world. Hell Naw, not even a decent physique, just at least a fresh hair cut and they feel like they can catch any female.
I saw this dude on the train last week after coming back from Las Vegas, (yes I had to catch the damn train cuz I was that broke) and he had the nerve to try to holla at this chic with her older brother standing right next to her. He even told her not to let family get in the way of her missing an opportunity on a "nigga like me". I guess because her brother wasn't having it, the dude felt offended. He explained how he was a good dude, how he was going back to "school", and how he was mixed with Chinese and everything... *Just cause your eyes slanted don't make you an eighth Chinese boo-boo!.... He even goes on to say how he can protect her from the dangerous streets of Bed-Stuy.....talkin bout' "I know how to get down, I take Karate and I can bust a glock if I have to"... Bruce Leroy must have been on something. I was laughing to myself because I wanted to hear how she was gonna let him down. Was she gonna stick it to him in the ass or just pat him on the balls...the anticipation was killing me!

I was totally stunned. The chic gave him her number. Yeah she had Boogerwolf tendencies, but still. This fool even had the nerve to call her right there in front of her, just in case the number was wrong. His plan was foiled because this idiot failed to realize that cell phones get no reception on the trains. Even if she was scared and gave him a fake number, she should have never given him the satisfaction.
Fuck that! I would have shut his ass down...Hell no I'm not giving you my number "Freaky Jason"!...

So to the ladies...I know how it feels to be in a drought! Don't give up hope and settle for foolishness and bad grammatical jargon from these losers. Don't let them feel they have succeeded in there quest for vagina when there game is whack. We wonder why we are so dismayed all the time? We consciously look over and dismiss this foolish behavior.

Lets Take A Stand, I SAY No to Foolishness unless you look like this
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MMMmm.....Anthony Mackie's Fine ass can say whatever comes to mind. He aint even got a make a lick of sense, and I'd be right there listening and eating that shit up! He's gorgeous in every way. Remember him in She Hate Me. Where was I when Spike Lee was casting for all the Lesbians?



Can't forget Romany Malco! My favorite character on the HBO show, Weeds. He plays Conrad, the cute weed dealer. Daaaamn! I would smoke however many blunts with this dude, as long as it goes down afterwards. He wouldn't even have to call me after that!

Yeah the body is right too!

And last but not least, the sexiness that is Micheal Ealy.
His voice alone is enough for me. He could come out with a cd of just him having a sexy conversation and I would buy that shit twice, just in case I lost one. I guess Halle Berry couldn't handle it. She's whack! Just him whispering in my ear would send me in a Rage. I'd go crazy like those rage people on 28 days later!............That is All!

Video of the Week: For My Girl Rakel (Congratulations!)

This video just warms my heart. I already love the song. Texas and Atlanta collabs are always great. Long Live UGK Baby!! I'm happy Andre 3000 Allowishus Jenkins is back.

What exactly is Grimace? Really?

My girls and I just returned from a fabulous weekend in Las Vegas (Thanks Rocky!!!) And, while rolling around in our limo inebriated, we had a very deep and profound discussion on the McDonalds characters. So we discussed each character-let's list them off, shall we? Okay here we go: We've got Ronald McDonald, (that's easy, you know what he is, he's just a clown); The Hamburglar (he loves hamburgers so much he just has to steal them); Birdie the Early Bird (she loves to get up early in the morning for breakfast), The Fry Kids (the damn fries were so good they just had to have their own mascot), there's also the Mc Nugget Buddies and Mayor McCheese (my personal favorite), and now we have Grimace-what the hell was Grimace? Was he just a purple glob that loved McDonald's milkshakes? He was such a big dummy. He just ran around with his hands out following people saying "duh" all the time. So it came down to these two options: Grimace was either just a big purple glob thing or he was a ghost. But, we were still stumped though because all the rest of the characters had something to do with one of the food items on the menu. And, him being a blob doesn't look to appetizing soooooo me being the braniac that I am, I decided that he could only be one thing and one thing only, Grimace has got to be the Secret Sauce!!!! Hell, McDonald's is the one fast food restaurant where you can eat their food and about 30 minutes after devouring the fries and mystery meat you have to go to the bathroom. Grimace is a big blob thing and he's purple, that damn secret sauce was different colors sometimes, he HAS to be the secret sauce!

*The opinions expressed in this post are those of the author only, they do not directly represent the views of all of the contributors of vanity pages. This topic is open for discussion. I would like to know what you think...in the meantime, keep livin', laughin', and lovin'!


Yours truly,

Lady A (he's gotta be the secret sauce)

Art: Stina Persson

Illustrations that Inspire

I was introduced to this artist in a magazine. Can't remember if it was Nylon or Domino, but my girl on Flygirls reminded me. One thing about me, I love water colors. It's so easy to make something so beautiful. It's great on canvas and it's a cool way to decorate an apt. Try making a head board for your bed or a nice piece in your restroom or hallway to spice up your apt.

If you are in New York, check out Stina Persson's exhibit called Immacolata and her Friends. This will for sure inspire the artist in you to get going and get creative. The exhibit runs until July 6th, so you still have time. For more info on the exhibit click here. For more on Stina click here.


Peace and All Blessings!

Eddie Nicole