@ the VMAs...the performances I cared about...

Just got done watching the performances of the VMAs...the ones that I cared about anyway. Here are my thoughts:


Beyonce's Love is 'Tops'

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I don't know...I won't believe she's preggers until I literally see the first pics that she sells to People Magazine for some astronomical number that should put the kid through college. Normally, I have beef with Beyonce, but now that she's preggers, I guess I am not allowed to say anything bad about her, but for someone in their first trimester, she's certainly comfortable in her heels...still wondering how she got away with performing in NYC at Roseland with no leak of this news. I also appreciate that she's not wearing a leotard...


Jay-Z/Kanye West 'Otis' Performance - Snooze Button...until the 1:57 mark...

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I already talked about how I felt about this song...and was still equally underwhelmed by this performance until the random guy came to steal the show...I love how the security guard got all up in the middle of the performance...I think this was planned, but hey...whatever makes the show work, right?


Chris Brown's Still on my Top 3 lists of "Great Entertainers"...

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...no, not all time. Only Michael Jackson can claim that, and he's dead (RIP MJ)...dare I say that it will be a long time before we see that type of talent in our lifetime...but I thought this was creative...the fact that he did a snippet of Teen Spirit made me...never mind...let's just say I REALLY like that song...

Lil Wayne's Autotune Moment

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Eh...no thanks. Hate that I have to see his blue Polo drawers in this...and I hate the Ronald McDonald shoes...who styled him? I'd fire them...this outfit blows, and was actually distracting...I also didn't really dig the live version of "John"...sometimes that works, in this case...just didn't do it for me. The production of that track is cray (that's the new way to say crazy)...so yeah...eh.

I sifted through the other videos, but I just said no thanks. Still trying to figure out what the deal with Lady Gaga's outfit was...was she channeling MJ and Amy Winehouse at the same time?

Seems like the show wasn't heavily driven towards the performances...for some reason, I expected to see more of the video winners perform...seemed kinda strange, but I didn't watch the show from start to finish, so maybe there was a rhyme and reason to it. I did love the stage, and I always love how the producers find a way to incorporate the fans. You also gotta love the influence Twitter has, with the implanted #VMA hashtag...

So yeah, what did you think?

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Dear Kanye and Jay-Z: You Know This Song Sucks, Right?

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Dear Kanye and Jay-Z:

I happen to like you both as artists. I wasn't always a Kanye fan, but I really liked the last album, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, because it reminded me of the days when artists took time to make an album. I can appreciate when I don't have to hit the ">>;" button on my iPad.

This latest effort, however, just screams ego to me. I know I am not saying anything that no one else hasn't said, but since I am known for 'conscious gossip' I have no choice but to say...something.

Let's talk about sampling one of Otis Redding's songs...at the peak of his prime, no one could really say anything bad about Otis Redding. A true R&B legend, any sample from him could turn a song solid gold.

My thing is, I could have pressed a button on a machine and did that...too bad I didn't study engineering...oh well.

But seriously...the sample sucks to me on this track...it's uninspired, and it could have been better. I also don't know what the hell you are talking about...either one of you...like seriously, I am an average person...and I am tired about hearing about how much freaking money you have. If you aren't going to send me a check, then just shet-ep.

Like seriously...what's the significance of mentioning that there are private jet overhead? Every time I hear that line, I just laugh...

Then I watched the video at my homegirl's house...what exactly is the point of driving around a desolate area in a Maybach? And with girls? Again, what does this have to do with Otis Redding?

I think that's my biggest problem with the track...you feature Otis, but you're blaring an image of an American flag (slightly adjusted), and a chopped up Maybach...again, I don't get the significance.

Feel free to email me and explain. I am sure you don't care, because you are both millionaires, but I am open for the discussion. I refuse to be a groupie...people are really sweating this track, but I am not disillusioned. Sorry.

It sucks. Period. Now please don't add me to any black or Illuminati lists.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Dear Wendy "COKEHEAD" Williams...

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Sup CUNT WHORE..."how you doin'?":

So...it appears that your husband likes trannies. Well, no shocker there.

I feel sorry for your son when he googles your fuckery of a life. Allow me to add in, or should I say fill in the blanks...

I bought both of your books. I've always been a radio fan; I grew up listening to it. Music was key in my upbringing. My father died when I was 6. The radio kept me on time for everything, as I had no one around to really tell me what to do, but let's get back to you.

It started back in the early 90s when you were on Hot 97; hip hop was in its prime. From the greats of the 80s black people finally created a platform to make money...legally...and get paid by 'the whites.'

But sadly, you forgot that. It started with the "He's Gay..." rumor. The HE I refer to, is Sean 'Diddy' Combs, or Puff Daddy, whom he was known as at the time. But you forgot to mention that you'd broken the "CODE"...blasted a fellow host, Angie Martinez about her relationship with Q-tip (check Wikipedia, HOE.)

Now, whose fault was it that you lost your job? You think about it, BITCH.

Never mind that stereotypes such as 'black people are drug dealers' were rolling about. Never FUCKING MIND that YOU were a former (and at that time still current) COKEHEAD.

So now, WE must, as 'the blacks', take one shot for you, all because some idiot gave you a fucking platform.

Now, as I recall, you did radio in college. I thought it was Syracuse University but it was Northwestern University, to be exact. At least, that's where you said you went...

It also says you did radio in college, another fact I did remember. I'd love to see your motherfucking transcripts, along with an ACTUAL DIPLOMA. There's no way you studied communications or journalism; you should have known better. You had to know what type of bullshit would ensue after.

Keep in mind that radio salaries were bullshit at that time, so you were making money off of other hustles; parties and whatever appearances asked of you to attend.

Let's fast forward to your official "return" back to NYC in the early 2000s on 107.5 WBLS. At this point you were married, had your kid, and were back in the place where it all "began" for you.

Frankly, I wasn't impressed. You were up to your shameful bullshit tactics, adding some muscle to your team (Charlemagne Tha God), because someone needed to balance your bullshit. Then it happened. Method Man's wife was battling cancer, and rather than have some RESPECT, you decided to announce it via a nurse at the hospital she was at (is that shit even legal?) with no regard to her or him at all. She hadn't let members of her immediate family know...if you knew anything YOU STUPID CUNT, cancer mainly begins from stress. But fuck her, right?

Fast forward even further. I was representing Dres from Black Sheep and Buckeey from "Flavor of Love 2" at the time. She was in NYC, and we had some places to attend. Your husband and Charlemagne drove us around after I parked my car. Then we caught up to you downtown at a spot not too far from Little West 12th Street.

I wanted to ask you about radio, but I wasn't there for that. It was my client's time, so I wanted to introduce myself as a publicist (READ: Another black woman trying to make it)...the next day, the homie emails me...

"Wendy is talking about you on the radio."

So I tune in, and you're going in about my "nobody" clients...I also assume you were too coked up to remember my name...and thank GOD; it could have ruined business for me.

I don't know what your hatred is for your own kind, but what I do know is you are FULL OF SHIT. You blast your own for ratings, but when 'the whites' accepted you, you decided to make good. But by then, many wouldn't even think about coming on your show. You had to basically apologize to Whoopi Goldberg just to gain a tad of respect.

You do know the road to hell is paved with good intentions, right?

I never forget BULLSHIT, you CUNT WHORE COKEHEAD. You need to pray for your son's future, and get a fucking life. Don't give advice to Whitney Houston unless you are ready to accept that you are really a man, and just a human. Like everyone else.

You can suck a dick, as far as I'm concerned, since you and your husband probably share that in common anyway. I'll never apologize to you.

In my eyes, you will always be a CUNT COKEHEAD WHORE.

Think Staten Island, BITCH.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Dear Jessica Rosen(bitch): So over your bullshit parties...

Dear Jessica Rosen(bitch):

I initially tried to attend the Love and Hip Hop party you had for the premiere screening a few weeks back, but unfortunately, I got the email late and the list was 'closed.' Since I hate tag-along situations, I decided to sit that one out.

So, you added me to your email list. I was already friends with your slore ass on Facebook, but I hadn't been to one of your bullshit parties since 2009, when you were probably broke and finally opening up your list to 'the blacks.' You know, the ones lower than Diddy, whom you occasionally throw parties for...

Anyway, I RSVPed for your party at Juliet tonight, and didn't get a reply. I figured you were probably busy, but I pretty much knew I was in for bullshit.

Let's start with the e-mail:

-There's no start time for this party. Guess only your cokehead friends know what time the event starts. We know you get down.

-The email said the club was between 9th and 10th aves. However the club is located between 10th and 11th aves. Stop getting high on your own supply while writing emails. Oh right, you probably buy your coke from 'the blacks.'

-The asshole in the picture below in the hat (guess he was running the door) had some scraps of paper I guess he called a guest list, about two pages long. Guess people aren't going nuts to RSVP to your parties. Duh, right?



He then tells me to text you (because I know you hoe, right?) so I text the number in the email. Didn't bother to call the number since you're probably in the back doing lines with your celebrity friends who also like to get down.

So I smoke my cigarette and wait...people start piling up for their fixes/cigarette breaks, and I'm looking for my flats in my purse because I know I'm about to leave.

Some bullshit bouncer comes over to ask me why am I taking pictures, and I tell him I'm taking pics of myself since iPhone 4s have that capability. But since I know his bitchass doesn't know that, he's stumped, turns, and I shoo him away.

Some lames get in, no list necessary. Guess rules only apply to some of 'us.'

So, please take me off your list. Expeditiously. And I really hope we never see each other face to face. I'll probably just stare at your slore ass, but more than likely, I'll just laugh. If I even remember what your washed up ass looks like.

And I don't care if you throw parties in Miami. Whenever I get down there again, I'll be sure to spread the word that you're a whack bitch, if they don't know already.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

P.S. I'm definitely looking into whether you broke any other violations. You did know there's a Nightlife Preservation Group the mayor started a few years ago, right? See you around, bitch.

Dear LeBron James' mother: Why are you such a HUSSY?

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Dear Lebron James' mother:

You know, they say you shouldn't talk about someone's momma, but you are an exception to the rule.

What is it about your ratchetness (yes, that's a made up word) that makes you think it's a good idea to get drunk, smack a valet, and ask him if he knows who you are? Why would he know a common hooker/whore? I mean, was it not enough that you embarrassed your son by sleeping with a man your son's age...can you say creepy and disgusting?

All I know is if you were my mom, I'd disown you. Expeditiously. Your son is probably one of the highest paid athletes, and kudos for giving birth to him, but that's usually what happens when one gets pregnant. They usually end up having a baby.

Oh, and no, I don't know your name, and don't care...trust me, I am doing you a favor by not calling out your government.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Dear Lil' Wayne: You're Being Set-up for Failure.

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Dear Lil' Wayne:

I am not quite sure how I feel about your release, I guess because upon the conditions of your release. If anyone thinks that your lips will not touch a glass or a freshly-rolled joint, then they are as naive as a child who thinks Santa Claus truly exists.

Not only do I think this is a set-up, but it's definitely one destined for failure.

Let's just look at the picture above. You are certainly sipping on some Hennessey.

SMH...let the games begin.

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Dear Bow Wow: You Are Depressed, and You Are Making Me Depressed

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Dear Bow Wow:

Congratulations. Your tweets have officially made me more depressed than I get watching the many anti-depressant commercials I watch on a daily basis. I'm trying to figure out something:

1. If you want to go to school, why can't you just go? Could have sworn I read an interview where you said you wanted to Harvard someday...so...what's the issue? You certainly have enough money to pay for the application.

2. Why haven't you gotten a therapist yet? You can afford that too.

3. What are you hoping to achieve by telling your followers on Twitter that you hate yourself?

I honestly just don't really understand. As a person who's had "regular jobs" trust me, it's less than desirable. Although I understand your problems, I just can't muster up enough strength to be sympathetic to your problems or issues. You've officially pissed me off.

Man up, this is bitchy looking, and just a very "drama queen" move. Even I don't have my worst days documented on Facebook or Twitter for a reason.

Sometimes, it's just too much information.

xo,
Black Daria ;/