Showing posts with label sex-in-the-city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex-in-the-city. Show all posts

Monday, February 1, 2010

Gaga, I Get It!

And for those of you who, at one time or another, chose to sway, shake, swoon or sashay with LaBelle, Cher or Madonna, you get “Gaga” too.

Following in the platform-wedged tradition of these out-of-the-box music and style icons, Lady Gaga defies the norm, takes risks, dares to be different and elevates the art of self-expression. And that, quite frankly, should empower us to sing our own tune, dance to the beat of our own drum and wear a shade of Lady Gaga’s “I’m a Star” to conquer any planet we so choose to orbit.

Friday, January 22, 2010

What was she thinking.......YaVaughnie Wilkins


I suspect she was thinking like thousands, millions even, of jilted women with spurned affections and broken hearts. With funds to put her Oracle executive lover on blast, YaVaughnie, who I suspect wears a shade of “Don’t Cross Me” Berry, has become the maestro of a global chorus chanting “You Go Girl!”

Oh, about Mariah Carey? Loved her in “Precious, based on the Novel Push by Sapphire.”

What Was She Thinking... Mariah Carey


So, there she was at the Golden Globes flashing her very own matched set of bronzed and brazen extraterrestrial orbs! My goodness, dear ones. We know that she is always doing the diva, but squeezing herself into a tight-fitting Herve Leger that's barely big enough to corral her ample cleavage does not a true star make. Even us stalwart devotees of the decollette know that there's a difference between sexy and sleazy. Walking the red carpet is, after all, jus a tad different than walking the street. So next year, Ms. Carey, if you must take the plunge, please plunge less, or not at all.

The lipstick we think she was wearing: Bombshell Gone Bust, an ultra tacky, champagne-colored gloss.