Listening to Auntie Viv talk and watching her cry while talking about Boo-Boo makes me think that boy reversed the game and put blood in her spaghetti. As old as Vivica is, she still sounds like an unstable emo schoolgirl reeling from her first crush. Read the rest of this entry »

Man listen. I’m going to watch this movie. And you know what? You probably should too.

Initially, when the girls over at RBN tried to put me on to it, I kinda hit the snooze button and rolled over.

My initial thoughts were all negative. Oprah Winfrey and Tyler Perry? Give me a break and a damn Kit-Kat bar. That sounds like the directorial tag team from Hell for cliché black movies. And they got Mariah and Monique in the mix too? Word? This can’t be good. Read the rest of this entry »

As you well can see, I end up with quite a bit of random news, music, products & mp3′s through the inbox & my RSS feed. These particular statements by Mo’Nique’s husband/manager Sidney Hicks about their “open marriage” managed to set off my “hold my mule” alarm.

“We’re saying that if by some chance that you hear scandal and you hear that Mo’Nique slept with another man, it won’t be a need for a press conference because I’m going to say, ‘Why are y’all tripping off that? Because that’s what she did. Did she sleep with that man in you?’ That’s not a deal breaker for myself … We are logical enough to understand that things like this do happen.”

Clearly, the winner here is Mr. Hicks because we’ll assume this open behavior goes both ways…and who really wants to bust down Mo’Nique in the first place. Smoke those hams? I think not. Doubling as her manager, let’s assume that he’s not opposed to encouraging her to hit the casting couch to land roles. “C’mon babe. If you get this job, I can get the new Ford Focus with the leather trim.”

In the end, Mr. Hicks will probably disappoint men worldwide when we discover he used this gift for naught, as he looks somewhat light in the loafers anyways. See: Star Jones.

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