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The phrase ratchet reality star almost sounds repetitious since there are few, if any, individuals on reality TV with redeeming qualities But these stars here are some of the most notorious on the tube, and quite honestly, the worst 15-minute celebs we’ve seen in the past few years.
To put it simply, Stevie J is scum and think he’s God. Sorry to break it to you Stevie J, but you’re just ratchet. He has no respect for women and makes everything a joke (remember his strip club threats?) I feel sorry for Mimi and Joseline. They have a problem on their hands forever.
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What ‘Chu Say Boo? Caption This Photo Of “Mob Wives” Star Big Ang Getting Her Model On And Showing Off Her Enhancements
Anybody else a big fan of Big Ang? With her deep voice, big personality and big heart, she keeps the peace amongst all the lovable ratchetness and threats on Mob Wives. Well, for the most part.
If you’re wondering why homegirl is standing in the middle of models Alessandra Ambrosio and Irina Shayk, showing off her enhancements in a red swimsuit, the reality personality was participating in a fashion shoot for former French Vogue editor Carine Roitfeld’s popular CR Fashion Book (it’s a popular magazine though). She was photographed in Miami with the models, and was even featured in a behind-the-scenes video where she can be seen dancing in her teeny weeny bikini, getting diva fly with some poodles, and grooving on the beach with folks like dancer Lil Buck and other good looking people. So that’s the story behind this pic, but at first glance, how would you caption it?
And while you’re busy captioning, make sure you take a minute to check out this pic of Big Ang years ago, before all the surgery. Crazy change right?? She’s still fab though…
I have vowed to quit trash reality tv for months now. But after the big ghetto disaster seen ‘round the world that was Love and Hip Hop Atlanta, I meant it more than I ever had. I was so embarrassed for the cast and shaking my head at myself for not being able to turn away from the train wreck that happened on my television screen, every week like clockwork. It was a conversation piece. It was my small chance to play psychologist and try to determine what made these folks get up here on national television and act a plum fool. It was entertainment. And it was filling. Not filling in a “Girllll, that did my soul good!” type of way. Filling in a way that left me kinda sick, frustrated and disgusted. Weekly I was seeing beautiful, talented, broken, misunderstood, hurt women invite me and millions of other Americans into scripted portions of their lives to judge, suck our teeth in disdain, laugh uncontrollably, whatever – as long as we were watching.
I wasn’t learning anything from what I was seeing and I suppose that is the point of most reality television; to simply entertain with little to no educational or uplifting value. It’s just something to do. Something to see. But something clicked and I was no longer satisfied with simply “being entertained.” I can see how it may seem to be blown out of proportion but I have to tell you, once I started reining in my reality television intake, life started to carry a little more hope. I substituted Dr. Steve Perry saving our sons, T.I and Tiny raising their beautiful kids and Tia and Tamera navigating motherhood and Hollywood for those crazy, foul-mouthed mob wives and those catty, overbearing housewives. I started looking for substance and it has been one of the most rewarding investments of time I’ve ever made where entertainment is concerned. The positivity I was looking for was always here, I just had to break my gaze from the debauchery to head toward its light.
In being totally honest, I do catch an occasional episode of Basketball Wives LA (Miss Jackie Christie is six separate shades of crazy and it blows my mind!) but trash reality tv doesn’t hold an ensconced place in my entertainment schedule anymore. I’m looking toward what uplifts, motivates, inspires and showcases folks who have or are walking the same path as me. To each her own. But I’ve given positivity a permanent home.
La Truly is a late-blooming Aries whose writing is powered by a lifetime of anecdotal proof that awkward can transform to awesome and fear can cast its crown before courage. La seeks to encourage thought, discussion and change. Her blog: www.hersoulinc.com and Twitter: @AshleyLaTruly.
Vh1, the Viacom cable channel known for catapulting D-list reality programming to the forefront (think Surreal Life), appears to have taken a break from their usual proliferation of black female stereotypes on Sundays to, instead, make way for foul-mouthed, drink-tossing white women.
A few Wednesdays ago we were introduced to the Baseball Wives who, like the Basketball Wives, may be some of the worst representations of women they could find, and the drama is all the same. Amidst prying into each woman’s personal business, spreading rumors and the subsequent physical altercations, each undoubtedly regards herself as the classiest of the bunch—class translating, “I have a substantial amount of disposable income with a stripper mentality.” Within five minutes of airing, they ruined every positive stereotype associated with the ladies of baseball–if there were any positive ones to begin with.
But, don’t credit Shaunie O’Neal for this one. Shed Media is the production force behind this mess.
Likewise, it was only fitting when the Mob Wives returned to Sundays for a second season of prison calls and death threats that executives decided the baseball wives should join them. Of course, it could be because they are making room for Love & Hip-Hop LA or something, but, nevertheless, Vh1 Sunday nights are now filled with brawling white women.
And, while Vh1 is doing women a disservice in our entirety, their new white-hot Sundays show exploitative television is going all equal-opportunity, with the first installment of Mob Wives: Chicago is set to air this spring. For that, I say thank you Vh1 for momentarily diverting the heat. A round of applause for showing the world women of all complexions are the same kind of crazy and willing to yank weaves for attention and/or money. And a big applause to your station for proving you’ll exploit any and every thirsty chick for a quick dollar. Kudos!
The only question left to answer is when will we stop watching?
LaShaun Williams is a Madame Noire contributor and columnist whose work has appeared in the New York Times and across several popular sites, such as HuffPost Black Voices and the Grio. You can visit her blog at lashaunwilliams.com or follow her on Twitter @itsmelashaun and Facebook.
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