Right Quick

Hello, lovely people. Happy Friday!
 

I don't have a lot of time, but I haven't posted in a while and I just need to comment on a few things right quick.

TI:
Is jail the place to be right now? You just got out and now you're heading back like it's an all-inclusive vacation or something.

As much as I love the "King of the South," I have to say that I am sorely disappointed with the poor choices he (and his wife) continue to make. TI says that with this last sentence, he has learned his final lesson. I sure hope that is true and that he demonstrates that when he gets out, again. It's just such a shame. Your kids suffer from your choices, TI. I need you (and your wife) to get it together. Grow up! You're so much better than this.

Cast of "Glee" - GQ Spread:
Once again, GQ is the source of a little buzz. Most recently with their sexy spread of the cast of "Glee."

Some parents are up in arms about the spread that depicts the female ACTORS of the popular hit show in sexy school-girl outfits and otherwise scantily clad attire. I have not seen the entire spread, but their claim is that these young women play high school students on a show for young kids and it is very inappropriate to sexualize them in this way. I disagree that "Glee" is a show for young kids, more like young adults, but I understand the concern that there are enough sexually provocative images in the public domain. There are enough.

The Parents Television Council released a statement stating that the spread "borders on pedophilia." I have to say that I don't completely disagree with this statement. While I don't believe that this was GQ's intention, this spread, in the hands of not-quite-right men, is potentially dangerous. But in all fairness, these same men will have passed dozens of similar, if not worse, images on their way to the newsstand to pick up a copy.

Baby news:

Congratulations to A. Keys and Swizz Beatz! 

Since my last check in, Alicia gave birth to her first child, a baby boy. I understand his name is Egypt. Beautiful. God Bless.

Please, leave Beyoncé alone about babies. When she and her husband decide to start a family is entirely up to them. I can just imagine if she actually had put on a few pounds; the rumor mill would churn for months.

Well, that's my two cents, for now.

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Been Gone For a Minute...

OK!!! So sorry for the delay, but I am back and in full effect.

Be honest... Did you miss me? :)

Let's see. What has been going on in the world? Better question, what has NOT been going on in this world? I'm not even sure where to start...

Here we go. Usher. I have to get this off of my chest.
 

I want you to grow up! I have loved you as an artist and as a performer for such a long time. From My Way to trying your hand as an actor to your prolific Confessions album. I enjoyed and was impressed by the velocity of your shooting star and was happy for your success. But I must say that I have found myself disappointed with you as a man. Not that I believe you to be a disingenuous person, I am just saddened by your string of poor choices (whether it's your poor choice in women or the ways in which you have handles your career these past few years). You strike me as a very intelligent and forward-thinking man, and talented to boot, so pardon me if I am puzzled by your inability to maintain a committed relationship or reclaim your once thriving career. Marriage is a leap of extraordinary faith that no one should ever take lightly. I am not privy to whatever the true reason for the demise of your marriage, but I am inclined to believe that you both copped out. In my opinion, your marriage was far too young to have been irreparable. For a love that was so true, it couldn't stand up to hand full of anniversaries? I'm puzzled.

In any case, your union spawned two beautiful little babies, which is the evidence of God's work. Not that I believe that the Master Planner put you two together to tear you apart, but He obviously had it mind to create your boys.
 

Getting back to my point. What I really want to talk about is Usher, the artist, the singer, the entertainer, the performer. I need you to come to terms with the fact that you are no longer 20 years old. You are not a teeny-bopper and you certainly do not have a squeaky-clean image. Your music right now is so beneath you. Not the vocals--those are fine as ever. This whole dance/house music bandwagon that everyone is jumping on is killing me. I need you to stop dancing around the stage like some big kid and grow up. I know you make the claim that everyone is doing it, but it's not becoming of you and, quite frankly, it comes off as desperate. I enjoy you way too much to say nothing.

Stay tuned for more of what's on my mind...

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