Hypocrisy: What We Learned From Kate Moss

White (like powder) is still alright, black (like crack) is still wack...

We're watching VH1's "Fabulous Life of Comeback Stars," and of course Kate Moss is high on the list. She's being lauded for her ability to "come back" within like 60 days of her fall from grace - you know, the whole snorting coke on camera thing. This is a sore subject for us something that has been making us sick. Why? We'll give you an example.

Kate Moss graces the cover of this month's Vanity Fair, an homage to Marlene Deitrich and old Hollywood. September issues of major magazines are the actually the year's biggest, particularly fashion magazines. Advertisers clamor to be in these issues, unveiling new ad campaigns to highlight their most recent wares. Prime positions for ads are within a few pages of the cover, but before the masthead. This is primo primo space. Kate Moss appears on the cover gatefold in a four page spread for Calvin Klein (this is essentially four pages of ads attached to the front cover...simply put, it costs a fortune for Calvin Klein, and is a model's dream). Two pages down the road, she's in a 2 page spread for Louis Vuitton. Turn 5 pages, she's in a 2 page spread for Christian Dior. Turn 4 pages, you'll find Kate Moss in a 2 page spread for Burberry. Turn 6 pages for the masthead, and you see Kate Moss as Marlene Deitrich. To summarize, between the cover and the masthead there are a total of 12 advertisers. Of these 12 high-end campaigns, in premium ad space, 4 have selected Kate Moss to be the face of their luxury brand. Yes, one-third. Of course, her appearances in the magazine do not stop there - Kate Moss ads fill the editorial well...Kate Moss for Versace, Kate Moss for Kate Moss.

Kate Moss has been awarded 14 new ad campaigns, including most recently, Agent Provocateur, since her public "shaming." This comes exactly one year after she was videotaped vacuuming powder off a mirror with her nose. I mean, like, there was evidence. She has been praised for her comeback in every major media outlet. Comeback, we think, is a misnomer. Come back from what? From an industry who in 1992 herladed her as the second coming because of her "heroine chic" appearance. Drugs, and in particular cocaine, retain a little cachet, yes, cachet, among the whites. Let a negro smoke some weed, and we're a culture of degenerates. Hypocrisy.

Kelefa Sanneh Knows Hip-Hop Is Dead (and so do we)

New York Times arts journalist Kelefa Sanneh penned a piece of interest in today's New York Times, entitled "Imagining a Summer With a True Hip-Hop Hit." Kudos to him and the Times for giving a shit, right? Anyway, he calls to mind summers of yesteryear - or perhaps yesterdecade - when summer had an anthem, and the anthem was squarely within the parameters of hip-hop. Yes, strictly hip-hop as opposed to pop with a rapper on the hook or some other transgenre collabo, e.g., Shakira w/Wyclef, Nelly Furtado w/Timbaland, Eve w/ Gwen Stefani, Gwen Stefani w/ Pharrel.

Will Smith and Rakim made the first summer rap hit that we can remember, and aptly named it "Summertime," so as to make their intention clear. But it was really Bad Boy that perfected the art of the summer hit, ruling the airwaves during the summers of the late 90's. It was one or two ridiculously infectious songs that you could not escape for two or three sultry months. Every time you turned on the radio, there it was. Every party you went to, they played it twice, for an ecstatic frenzied crowd. Granted, payola was a huge component in the blueprint, but that's really not our business is it? The point is that they made hits, and marketed them to death. Alas, we have reached a time when the hitmaking is secondary to the marketing. Bad Boy is finished, as nothing lasts forever, but there is no replacement in the market. No one.

Rap music officially sucks. Its not so much that southern rap sucks, as it is that the entire country has permitted it to dominate the industry. "Bounce and roll your butt in the club, shake it shake it, what you got back there, I want to shake it and bounce it and roll it in a blunt and smoke it between my ice grill, in the club." I cannot name one "hit" song of the last two years that does not prominently feature one of these themes. I cannot name one rap song made in the last two years that has been remotely interesting. I cannot name one album heralded as the shit. Or one artist who has lived up to the promo and marketing hype.

We are at the mercy of aging moguls and entitled upstarts who do not speak or understand English well enough to bastardize it creatively. Every great empire falls, and this may just be the end of hip-hop as we know it. Boo.

Where do I Begin...

Who would've "thunk" it... Celebrity Fit Club ... actually interesting?

Angie Stone done lost her mind for all the world to see making her the OFFICIAL black woman stereotype. Thanks, Ang... Isaac from the Love Boat, okay, okay, Ted Lange, gets tired of everybody's ass, while the rest of the entitled Fit Clubbers go ballistic on the "more docile than usual" panel. Flavor of Love almost got trumped with this weeks CFC episode...but not quite.

Flav will not be outdone (btw google image "Flava (not Flavor) of Love" to see what our girl Hoopz has been up to -- thaaaat trick)...!!!

Leave it to one of the biggest disgraces/guilty pleasures on tv to bump it up a notch when needed...

The girls of 2300 Flava Street had the opportunity to showcase their rump-shakin' skills for King Flav with the help of the negro male krumper and pale female choreographers (who wouldn't last one night in Atlanta with their moves). Needless to say, the routines were more than my "EYEZ" could stand, but in the end, Deelishis, Krazy and Nibblz won their one on ones on with the master of the house. The losers of the "shake your booty competition, started gossipin' while the cat was away with Toastee taking the cake; providing the ladies with their juiciest gossip of the night, but with shakey proof. Which led us to the payoff...you know, the reason why we watch the disaster in the first place...drama, drama, drama... A must see...

Survivor has been getting the publicity it pretty much sold its soul for and more.

The outrageous "Battle of the Races" concept from the show that should've been cancelled long ago has been getting WAY TOO MUCH PLAY on the cable news networks. Question: Are we supposed to believe that your fascist casting agents (mostly LMC women) are supposed to be equitable when it comes to their choice of players on each team? Is it a coincidence that after years of ignoring/degrading and insulting black women in the media, THIS is the ONE TIME that we are overrepresented? Instead of having 3 black males on the negroid team ( a la the Asian and Latino teams), Survivor decides that, for a physical competition, the blacks only need 2 males (one terribly out of shape and 45 years old) to everyone elses 3. Admittedly, the LMC team has 3 females and 2 males, but you and I both know of America's love affair with the LMC woman. Those chicks aren't going anywhere...

Please note the athletic backgrounds of, oh, everyone on the other teams compared to the nigros...

Now we don't play sports...ya'll are some real crazy muthas...

TBC

Project Runway: Michael, We Eat Our Words

A few weeks ago we predicted that brother Michael would have been out of here by now. Why? His cocky, Kanye-esque promo for the show made him look like a coon. Well, we have swallowed a huge slice of humble pie.

On last week's episode of Project Runway, Michael killed it. His hot-pink hot pant ensemble, inspired by Pam Grier was positively foxy. His model looked fabulous. Not only did he win the challenge, but he earned a Tresemme ad in Elle Magazine (of course) featuring his model in his piece.

In addition, we learned that he's not a jerk. When the gang was skewering Angela - who is a dummy, btw - he came to her defense, saying that he did not think it was funny for everyone to be giving her a hard time. He calls his mom, he prays. In short, we're bitches. We still however, say "how you doin'" every time he's on screen.

Project Runway, tonight at 10:00 p.m. on Bravo

What Can I Say? It's Flav!

Another year, another frickin' hog race on the VH1 mega-successful Sunday night and no...I am not talking about Celebrity Fit Club.

Enter Flava of Love, the

So you think you can Dance?

Ho hum...another Thursday... another boy and girl ousted from the dance competition show, So You Think You Can Dance.

Ryan, my kinsman from Jamaica and a native New Yorker, was voted off last night. Thank goodness. Finally, a week where I don't have to hear how excruciatingly horrible his dancing AND personality is. He's sweet, but those judges were NOT giving him a break. Natalie, whom all the little colored boys love, beat out the fiery, got a little somethin' goin' on - I can see it in her hair, Allison, whom I personally pegged as making it, at least, to the top two. Allison was truly amazing, but you know, as long as Natalie is cute...

Donyelle, a show favorite, stunk it up during her poorly choreographed Hip-Hop routine with super-bubbly Travis. Shane Sparks, the sassy, sista' hatin' choreographer from Cincinnati, illustrated to those in the know, that he's all bark and no bite. His work reminds me of a bunch of girls tryin' to come up with somethin' hot for their high school talent show. His "Hip-Hop" choreography to an R&B song stank it up as well, and probably had a hand in Allison's early departure. Cecily, a sometime judge with partner Olisa and probably THE HOTTEST choreographer that I'd EVER worked with, but was overshadowed by the Fatima era in the mid-to-late 90s, could run circles around Sparks and his garbage. His work is remedial and his attitude...horrendous. Alex Da Silva, on the other hand...is FANT-A-BULOUS, because he has not only been classicaly trained, but he's underground as well, so he has mastered the best of both worlds giving us everything from a gorgeous Cuban Rhumba to the Classic Argentine Tango.

I have nothing to say about Ivan other than I hate him...he's truly getting away with murder.
Who could be next to go?

What the $%^#!!!!

Move over Rock...

Lance Bass, formerly of the group N'Sync, is gay. Now it's possible that this has been a "well-known secret" among the Hollywood wags, but since I was never force-fed anyone but Mr. Justin Timerlake, it never occured to me to take stock of the group and its members.

Bass claims to be in a relationship with "Amazing Race 4" winner Reichen Lehmkuhl who partnered with Chip Arndt as a "married" couple on the CBS reality show. Guess that's over.

'N Sync singer worried he would harm group - CNN.com
Lance Bass reveals that he's gay - MSNBC