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If you and I are honest with ourselves, we’ve all had moments that were less than sane. But if we’re lucky, reason, a good girlfriend or the Holy Spirit intervened before we ended up making a complete and utter fool of ourselves.
Sadly, Keyshia Cole had one of those moments and no one was there to stop her.
So what did she do this time?
Well, you know when your man, past or present, is not giving you the attention you deserve and you think about doing a little something to show him what he’s been missing? That’s what Keyshia did.
The R&B singer uploaded a couple videos of herself writhing and then air humping a piano. That alone would have been weird enough but she took it a step further by at mentioning Birdman.
And while she deleted the videos shortly after they were posted, it didn’t stop Baller Alert from grabbing them for plenty more to see.
Take a look at the three of them below.
After watching these videos, I have a few of observations.
1. Judging by that awkward whine, Keyshia might have been under the influence of something which impaired her judgement.
2. The men bobbing behind her do not love her.
3. Perhaps she was set up. Maybe the person recording the video did this completely out of spite. Notice how that person lingered on that picture of Keyshia on the wall so we all knew who was on that piano flinging her braids around? I just find it hard to believe that Keyshia looked at those 15 second clips and thought, “Yes, that’ll get him.”
Shame it had to go down like this.
What do you think of Keyshia’s videos?
Scroll down your feed for 30 seconds and you’ll find most of these Instagram friends filling up you’re page. They get on our nerves, make us laugh and they’re the reason we check our feed even before we get out of bed.
Your Single-est Friend
Who gives daily
hints to her single male followers helpful lessons on “how to be a good woman.” Because apparently she’s an expert.
Every relationship comes with an expiration date. The trick is to see the signs that it’s time to move on — before things really turn sour.
This Is Your Auto-correct Situation
And it’s the only thing keeping you from finally ending it all.
Okay, I know two days doesn’t sound like that much of a victory, but when you eat, breathe and sleep what populates on your timeline, it can be quite a feat to be able to dismiss Facebook , Twitter and Instagram for an extended period of time.
It was something I had to do in order to rescue myself from myself. I was losing my mind because of my crippling dependency and obsession with updating my status as well as responding to those who are equally as active. There are so many benefits that come with being able to attain instant gratification just by clicking a button. I am not sure how I survived a time when that was inconceivable, but I am darn grateful that I lived long enough to now partake in all the action.
To be honest, I used to be a skeptic when it came to social media. I just didn’t want to buy into the idea that a mere tweet has the potential to change the course of your life, or a random posting on FB could activate a dormant relationship. But once I gave in, it didn’t take very long for me to succumb to the media tools of my choice. Twitter was my first love, and I nurtured that relationship to the hilt, and then I finally transferred some of it to Facebook and Instagram. Once I began receiving feedback, I became irrevocably hooked. At first I convinced myself that I was in control, but it soon became clear that I was swiftly losing my grip. My phone became my most valuable possession, and as a result, it always had to be within reach.
The crazy part is that I used to tease my friends for doing the exact same thing. I used to get irritated whenever we would hang out and they absolutely could not complete a sentence or carry out a conversation without checking their phones. I would accuse them of being rude and explain how pathetic it was that they had allowed themselves to be “technologically whipped.” But alas, I have become that person, I might actually be worse than they ever were. Sometimes in the middle of the night, instead of getting up to use the bathroom like normal people do, I reach out for my phone to see what My FB friends in London are up to and then I quickly scan my Twitter feed. My habit unfortunately extends to my office hours and I still don’t know how I am able to prevent it from interfering with my job duties. I guess years of forced multi-tasking pays off.
So, needless to say, I had gotten to the point where I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t a lost soul. Could I neglect the pangs of social media, no matter how hungry I get? So I chose the weekend because that is usually when things heat up. Saturday morning was hard, because just like clockwork, I reached for my phone. But then once I realized I was on probation, I put it down and closed my eyes. I started meditating, which is something I rarely do, but should be doing more often. It felt good to release all the stress and to welcome a lighter temperament. The rest of the day was spent indulging in activities that were not influenced by FB friends or Twit pals. I didn’t care if anyone liked anything I had posted days before, and I wasn’t anxious to see what hilarity was erupting on Instagram.
Basically, my experiment assured me that I am not a lost cause after all. I enjoy utilizing social media because I can and even though it has gradually become a big part of my life, I am not an addict. I take advantage and indulge more than I should but if I need to extract myself – I can. I wonder how many others are like me. Would you classify yourself as a social media addict?
Do you get nervous every time you hear someone cough? Have you been checking your news feed just for Ebola updates? This post is for everyone with a bottle of Purell and a no-touching policy. You’re not the only ones trying to keep Ebola at bay.
I was hoping that the Instagram/Twitter sparring between Snopp Dogg/Lion and Iggy Azalea would result in both of them verbally punching each other until they got exhausted and had no other choice but to retreat to their corners to have a damn seat. But alas, the fuckery never tires…
Seriously, there are no winners in this situation.
For one, Snoop Lion is a lying ass lion – pure and simple. He targeted the girl in a meme. Now, whether it was for play or for real (more on that later), is debatable. Point is, old girl was offended. And being the more mature one of the two, he could have easily cleared the entire situation with an “My Bad, I wasn’t trying to offend…” or “I didn’t mean it like that…” But instead, he basically goes ape-shit on her some more.
Now granted, some of the back and forth between the two was pretty funny (you got to give Azalea points for the picture of Snoop under the caption: When Your Drug Addicted Aunt Gets Clean jab), but some of Snoop’s rhetoric was unnecessary aggressive and just flat out mean. And it is quite hypocritical considering that his original defense to all of this was that, he “was only jokin.” But it stopped being funny after Azalea spoke up for herself and even had the gall to throw a couple of insults of her own in his direction. Then it turned personal for him. And then came the threats of further harassment if Azalea didn’t learn that she “Betta not say shit.”
Snoop’s violently antagonistic reaction is a powerful reminder of just how dangerous the ego can be. Also misogyny. As there is little doubt that his passionate responses to her, which got less funnier by the tweet, was being fueled by a broken ego, further shredded by a woman with enough gall to stand up for her self – and to a man. And while some folk might want to dismiss it all as usual business within rap beefs, I highly doubt that Snoop would have even called out a male rapper on Instagram like that, even if he was only joking. And I highly doubt that he would have let the “joke” get this far if this too had been a male rapper. He probably would have respected the other man’s frustrations and likely apologized – much like he had after T.I reportedly stepped in to mediate the beef.
And while none of us should be surprised that a man, who is responsible for such classic women-empowering songs (snark for those, who don’t know) as “Ain’t No Fun (If the Homies Can’t Have None),” might be a little misogynistic, he does not get a pass for misogynous behavior just because he is known – and celebrated by most – for his misogyny. Moreover, while I’m not feeling Iggy Azalea one bit artistically, I think she had Snoop’s entire behavior pegged right when she tweeted out: “its like the guy that asks for your number and then says you ugly and a bitch when you say no…”
With that said, she is neither hero or saint in this situation. While it is undoubtedly true that Snoop acted horribly, I’m not sure of exactly why she was mad in the first place?
Granted, Snoop compared her untouched face and facial features to an albino makeup-free Black woman with corn rows, but how is that a bad thing? And what about the comparison was so offensive? The albinism? Or the Blackness? Or maybe even the cornrows? No seriously, why was she mad?
What’s most perplexing about Azalea’s angst here, is that there was another way to take this meme. Basically, it could have also been read as a compliment, saying that she might be a White blonde-hair Australian, but beneath it all she is just one of us. You know, down? Now, I’m not necessarily a fan of the Black pass, but some Black folks have been praising culturally-appreciative, “cool” White folks like that for many years (ahem, Teena Marie…).
And sure the message within Snoop’s original joke might have been audacious, but Snoop is not Afternoon Tea the Dorchester. Snoop is Hip Hop. Therefore, I would think that a fellow emcee within this audacious space – particularly a rapper, whose entire career thus far has centered around mimicking the cultural and aesthetically distinctions of certain Southern Black woman – would feel a tinge of honor with being compared to said imitated Black woman.
Even if Snoop meant it offensively, which is admittedly is arguable, she could have turned it around on Snoop and discussed all the ways in which he missed the mark with that joke. Black women are beautiful. Albino women are beautiful. And we are all worthy of respect. But instead she got mad. And not just regular mad, Azalea put a cape on it and got super-mad within an entire Twitter rant about how he allegedly betrayed her – for calling her a Black woman. Nope, neither of the two here deserves any bit of sympathy here.
What I see in this beef isn’t so much how Black women have been left to their own devices against similar attacks levied at them while everyone in the world seems to want to step in and defend Azalea, which has been rightfully pointed out by fellow emcee and abuse taker Azealia Banks. But more so, it’s about how a Black woman is being used as both agitation as well as a source of offense and worse, no one has bothered to apologize or even think about her at all in this matter.
Well, I’m thinking about her. And somewhere in this vast world, I hope this anonymous woman, whose picture had been misappropriated as fodder to fuel this beef, eventually comes forward to burns their records and tell both of these losers to go to Hell.
Gospel singer, Erica Campbell is in love with her husband, honey. And as some of y’all know, love has the tendency to overflow sometimes. And in the early hours of this morning Erica let some of hers spill over onto social media.
At around 3 am (Eastern) and 1 am (Pacific), she posted a picture of her producer husband Warryn Campbell. Nothing unusual about that. But the hashtags told the full story. See what she had to say below.
Mmmmm this guy sure does make me happy in sooo many ways… #lawdhamercy #goodstuff #mine #chocolatetastegood #grown #maybeishouldgetoffsocialmedia #ummm #goodnight #betterthingstodo #undefiled #latenight #hallelujah #satisfied #nasty
Oop… Christians know the “marriage bed is undefiled” scripture all too well. And for those of you who are unfamiliar, basically, anything goes once you’ve tied the knot.
I’m sure there may be some people who take issue with Erica putting her husband’s bedroom skills on Instagram but personally, I kind of dig it. So many times, we receive messages that sex and fun cease once a couple gets married. And of course the old antiquated attitudes of women not enjoying sex at all or as much as men, still persist. So good for Erica and Warryn.
What do you think about Erica’s post on Instagram? Is it too much or too cute?
Remember this past summer when that picture of Jackie Christie’s boobs surfaced on the internet? It wasn’t a good look.
And apparently we weren’t the only ones who thought so.
Recently, TMZ ran into Jackie Christie and they asked her about the photo “leak” and she wanted to set the record straight.
“I was Instagramming a picture because you know on Instagram they have these cool features where you can put filters. And I had sent Doug the picture before, like a year before. And I decided I’m going to put one with a filter with like a cartoon filter. So I was trying to do it through Instagram. Well, it posted on accident. Within seconds I hit delete. Well somebody, somewhere in the world, some girl had her phone–she must be stalking my phone–she snapped it, screenshot it, sent it to all the tabloids.
I was devastated. My kids were upset, my husband almost left me. It was the worst thing. Doug was pissed and he don’t get mad about a lot. He was mad. He said it was totally irresponsible and how could I do that?
I was in the dog house for a good week. Anything I posted, he would look at my page. He’s finally over it because now I’ve posted a lot of things about eating right and health.”
Poor Jackie. At first, I really did believe she intentionally released that picture; but listening to her story, I kind of think she just really didn’t know what the hell she was doing with her phone. And on another note, Doug might talk all big and bad but everybody knows he ain’t going nowhere.
What do you think of Jackie’s unfortunate photo leak? Was it an accident?
Church humor is getting hilarious on Instagram. Get ready for some funny stuff to look forward to next Sunday.
As depicted by the Real Housewives of Atlanta. Why does Kenya look like she just realized it’s true?
Saying Mondays are the worst is an understatement. The weekend has gone to soon, the work day is too long and you just #can’t. So feel free to send this to anyone who you need to give you a little space because the theme right now is #nottoday.