Dear Wendy "COKEHEAD" Williams...

Photo Credit: Who cares, someone's camera broke shortly after taking this shit anyway.

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 Jay-Z: A Tisket, A Tasket, A Mistress...

Source: Diary of a Hollywood Street King

Dear Jay:

Uh Oh. Seems the secret is out...or is it?

Like "Where's Waldo" it's been reported that your mistress Cathy "Kori" White, and her good friend, Claudia Jordan, are here partying with you. Which must mean that you are having an affair with Kori. I mean, Duh, right? Especially since this said mistress reached out to my friend Jacky to ask him to remove her pictures she left open for the world to copy on Facebook.

As I recall, Beyonce was gallivanting about with her fine ass bodyguard, whatever his name is...so why can't/shouldn't you also have your own piece...of action?

I am thinking it's basically impossible to keep it in your pants when you sit at your current stature. Let's face the facts, you basically have women throwing themselves at you.

Couples within your stature must have arrangements. So it's obvious that you would have an appropriate person to be part of said arrangement.

Personally, I think Beyonce's bodyguard wins. This chick looks like the modern female cornball who happens to have a famous friend. I guess with stints on shows like Let's Make A Deal, you too, could find yourself in a position to argue with bloggers about stories regarding your friends that you find unsavory.

Just want you celebrities (that's what you are called) and starlet whores (what I call some of you) to remember that it's these bloggers you talk about that actually help you keep your jobs of being known, otherwise no one would know what common hooker trash looked like.

One day, I will have a positive post. Until then, I say: Whatever. Next. Isn't everyone a jump off these days?

xo,
Black Daria ;/

Last Week on the Black Daria Files: Ten Reasons why to NOT date a Rapper/Entertainer

So last week, I took advantage of the snowy day in NYC to broadcast one of the most important BlogTalk shows I think I'll do this year. I will probably do others more important, but I found it especially important to get this message out sooner than later. As a guide since my talk show is about 1 hour and 30 minutes (don't worry, there are music breaks) I've noted some of the moments where I've talked about things you probably are interested in listening to, here's the link.

Top 3 Gossip Stories for the Day:

6:50 - 10:00: Matthew Knowles speaks and responds to the alleged new baby boy, whose mother appears to be...who knows. My response? Gotta listen.

10:00 - 11:53: Beyonce, Jay-Z, Alicia Keys & Lady GaGa not present at the recording of "We Are The World 25 Years for Haiti." I already addressed them on my blog, but now they had to be blasted, Black Daria style.

11:56 - 14:05: Bad Girls Club - One of my favorite shows on TV right now. Listen to my perspective on comparison to one of the great Talk Shows of the past, and my theory on why Flo really got kicked out the house.

Start of the Top 10 Reasons why you should NOT date a rapper/entertainer begin at 35:45:

36:00: #10 - They are pimps. Cocktail came on the Reunion for For the Love of Ray J 2 and decided to blow the pimp game up...at least the one that exists amongst folks like Ray J. I'll probably buy Brandy's albums anyway.

39:00: #9 - They have no business since, making them bad providers. They think the small advances make them rich...and they buy you a Louis Vuitton...then what? Listen as I discuss what else they can't afford.

43:50: #8 - Your Entourage will mess things up. That's just what they do. I discuss why they do this, and what they do exactly.

I got a text around the 56:50 mark telling me that rappers would be mad at me for what I was saying. My response? Gotta go to that mark to hear it.

58:25: #7 - The inability to commit. There's just no way. Between the entourage's influence, the money that seems to have a steady stream, and the girls who are looking at him onstage and hiding in select parts of the stage, including backstage, it makes it difficult...there's more to it, but...don't make me say listen again.

62:48: #6 - The Road Life. Find out what really happens on the road by listening to this part of the show. Simply put, it's not what you think.

Music on the Show includes:

00:05: "New York City Boy" - TL Cross
30:24: "Uggs to Hugs" - Kel Spencer featuring Jesse Boykins III
48:04: "Taking Over The World" - Lola Davis
58:39: "Eye On You" - Kel Spencer featuring Lydia Caesar
87:10: Staple Me - Peter Hadar

Next up: Numbers 5 -1; You can get the link to remind yourself by clicking here.

Shout out to @thatwritingchic & @Shahidah_J, who called and chimed in at the 18:00 & 23:35 respectively.

Until the next show,
Black Daria ;/