There are four people who are going to save the world: Yara Shahidi, Zendaya Coleman, Chance the Rapper, and Asahd Khaled. These four people need to be protected, nurtured, and gassed up at all costs.
Bobby Brown is a national treasure. A national effin treasure. This is not up for debate. Also, Ralph Tresvant was dressed like my uncle’s friend who shows up drunk to every family function, but we always welcome him with open arms anyway.
Why is Trey Songz? That’s it. Why is he?
Joe Budden is a miserable stunt queen who likes to stir up drama in the hip hop community. From my perspective he’s everything wrong with “real hip hop.” By his definition, real hip hop should only come from and promote pain and suffering. I cannot for the life of me understand how a black man finds such displeasure in the joy of young black men. Black people are not a monolith, and therefore can’t be expected to create art of any kind from one perspective. If he holds the youth in such poor regard, then why operate in spaces in which he has to work with them? Draining.
I plan to wear Future’s exact mask during any pregnancies I may experience in my life. It’s the only way to hide my nose once it spreads smooth across my entire face.
Leslie Jones reminded me that I basically grew up watching BET, while also reminding me that it just ain’t what it used to be.
I love Solange so much for making her perspiration a part of her acceptance speech. She continues to be the most of human of celebrities.
Tamar Braxton always makes for a…interesting performance, and last night was no exception. At best, she was testing the bounds of her wig glue. Her wig glue is the real star here.