the rudest night in music.

Kanye West effectively showed us all that he has absolutely no class.

I'm pretty sure the internet will be on fire updating you all on what took place during this years Video Music Awards. For the most part, the recaps won't be about the excellent Michael Jackson tribute performed by his sister Janet, and it won't be about Lady Gaga's disturbing rendition of "Paparazzi" either. Tomorrow your inbox's, twitter pages, blog feeds, and facebook's will all be focused on yet another of Kanye West's classless outbursts.

There is so much I could say right now but I'm pretty sure I'd come off as a judgmental bitch, so I'll end with this: If you don't challenge a person to change, they never will. Kanye West and ALL of his outbursts are unacceptable, and classless. Tonight I've read so many tweets and blog comments where people are excusing his blatant ignorance because 1) he's just Kanye and 2) they aren't into Taylor Swifts music. UNACCEPTABLE. Respect is respect.

I know that he's given away awards of his because he felt someone better deserved them, but we can't expect everyone to do that. Especially because as an artist you should be your biggest fan. Whose to say Taylor Swift thought she actually deserved that award. We shouldn't shrug off this obvious insult as "Kanye just being Kanye". If that's the case, Kanye needs to grow the fuck up. There's this little thing called tact, and he basically showed us he has none.

PS. I have so much more respect for Beyonce now than I ever have in the past. Forget how I feel about her music and her acting (cough), she's a class act for sure.

PPS. His apology is wack sauce. How do you apologize and then try to justify your actions as you just being a fan of pop culture? GTFOH!

the swagga shoe. who thought this was a good idea?

This is one of those things that make you stop and ask yourself "Is this really happening?"....

Day 26, the band of boys put together by hit maker (pause and let that soak in for a moment) Sean P Diddy Combs, has released a shoe for it's predominately female fan base called the 'Swagga Shoe'. No I'm not joking, it's really called that. The shoe is apart of a line of footwear created by the group called Eight 2 Six (nice play on words and numbers guys!) and is specifically being sold at Heels.com has left me with many questions.

1) Why? - I'd like to open hand slap anyone who thought this Roberto Cavalli esq shoe (circa 2000) was a good idea. With powder. For starters this shoe is $99.99 but looks as though it should be on the sale rack at Forever XXI. Secondly, is the red sole a la Christian Louboutin suppose to make me believe this is a luxury item? Really? Is there some sort of contract artists sign stating that on top of their duty as mediocre hit makers they are also to design something...anything really. Seems like in order to be a designer one must first release an album.

2) Swagga? - Are people still using this word? I thought it we'd replaced it with something more suitable and not so dried out and over used. Once upon a time swagga (or in perfect grammar: SWAGGER) was something people aspired to, that thing that put you on another stratosphere of cool. Now when I hear swagga or see a product associated with the word my gag reflexes go into overdrive. I seriously throw up a bit in my mouth.

3) Fans? - I'm not really a Diddy band fan, this includes Day 26 and excludes the Danity Kane albums I have stashed under my bed (hence the 'not really' a fan thing), therefore this shoe does nothing for my excitement level. Surprisingly enough (or not so surprisingly depending on who you ask), when I looked up the reactions of the Day 26 female fan base most of the women instantly fell head over heels (pun intended) for this product. But I've got to ask: was it because of the shoe itself or were they having visions of Q's lips and Willies 8 pack? Do these women really love this shoe, or the men that have their name stamped on it? Hmmm

If you love this Swagga (gag) Shoe you can purchase the product at Heels.com. It also comes in a iradecent silver and black (plastic)leather.

there's an app for that..

I don't think anyone loves those iPhone application commercials more than I do. Sometimes I wish SNL would do a digital short called "There's an App for that..." and just make up the most ridiculous applications ever. I think Apple beat SNL (or rather me) to the punch with this one...

T Pain is not my favorite person. When he first arrived on the scene this auto tuning, finger snappin', dread lock flipping, top hat wear MC/singer he was absolutely in my iPod. But that was before the 'Big Ass Chain' incident, and before everyone, their aunt, and cousin down the street started using auto tune and wore it the hell out. Now I can't stomach T Pain. I can't even stand to look at him with one eye open after his shitty explanation as to why he bought a chain bigger than my torso and expensive enough to feed a struggling nation of children. Just when I thought I was through with him for good, THIS appears.

iPhone has officially gone stupid by creating an application that allows you to sing T Pain's jams using the auto tune device that made him famous. With the "I Am T-Pain" application you can choose amongst several of T-Pain hits and basically sing the lyrics that pop up on your phone kareoke style. What's most interesting though is that some of the songs include duets with T-Pain, and when your finished you can post your music onto Crackbook or Myspace. If your interested, application is about $3 on iTunes...[gizmodo]

you know you're ghetto when...

My ghetto and your ghetto may be two different things. My ghetto is of the diamond encrusted grill variety, others may believe it to be something entirely different, but come on now THIS is a ghetto we all can agree on. This house is said to be somewhere in Mexico, and was sent to blog Freshome by an anonymous person who said they found it via Crackbook (facebook to some). I'm almost entirely convinced the person who sent this in is the person who lives in this house. All I have to say to it's inhabitants is NO MAS! [freshome]

the magical $14,000 bag.

I've been lusting after these Proenza Schouler satchel bags for awhile now. Their often featured on e-retailers I can never afford (ahem Net -a- Porter), so I'd never give the prices a second glance. Unlike some, I'm smart enough to know and embrace that I have a very specific monetary limit when purchasing items I love/like/or need.

At first I thought: "a girl can dream.." until I looked at the prices on these bags. $14,500 for a crocodile satchel may seem like chump change for some, but for me it's INSANE. Even though the brown and black versions are substantially cheaper, (and a bit smaller) their prices are also a little steep on the pockets. If the Gods of retail ever smile upon me and decided to actually give my wallet the strength to withstand such a purchase, the entire time I'd have it I'd be thinking of all the other ways I could have spent $14,500. Or maybe I'm just cheap?

How much is just too much?

rant & rave: celebrities are killing fashion.

I've thought about writing my feelings down on the subject for awhile now, but every time I put my fingers to my laptops keyboard, all that comes out is an angry mirage of swear words and obscenities. Now that I'm coming down from my caffeine high, I can responsibly display my feelings on this touchy subject. This doesn't mean there won't be swear words. What the hell do you expect?

In my opinion, there is no doubt in my mind that celebrities are murdering the creative aspect of fashion now a days. Seems like you can't sell anything without some big name being attached to it. I blame the media, I blame celebrities, but most of all, I blame society. People are so quick to jump and grab something with a name on it. The lines for the Yeezy's were out of this world, but why? Was it because of the design, or was it because the infamous Kanye West created them? If they had been made by a no name Nike designer, do you think people of all ages would have been climbing in each other to get a pair? I doubt it highly.

Now a days after you've achieved a certain level of celebrity, it seems like people are looking towards branding themselves in the most obvious of ways. Of course let's get you a clothing line Beyonce. Right this way Kanye, Louis Vuitton is waiting for you. People would LOVE a Kim Kardashian perfume. GAG.

It makes me angry because with this over saturation of fashion going on right now, where does that leave room for the people who study this art form? Does it leave room for those who have dreampt of the day they can work for a designer, let alone have their own line? Does it leave room for me, a person whose life goal is to one day work for a fashion magazine, only to see tweets that some no name rapper is interning for the likes of Vogue and GQ? I think celebrities are greedy. When one does something, they all do it. When everyone and their mother has a clothing line, a perfume, and a shoe named after them, what room is that going to leave for true creativity?

Celebrity driven products are blurring the lines of creativity. There's no evolution to fashion anymore. No creativity, nothing unique. We see the same things, the same ideas, and the same people pushing them. There aren't any new faces in the limelight, no real talent. The ones that are trying to get there are forced to get on this marketing band wagon with promises of a one way ticket to success.

I'm sure there are some who won't share my views and opinions on this subject, but I guess that's the beauty of it all. I'm just tired of no one putting it out there. Media, especially some blogs are the main cosigners of this tragedy. We regard Kanye West interning at the Gap as important fashion news, when his spot may be taking away from a design student who has the credentials and appropriate talent for the job. I find that to be shocking and rather sad.

So there, I said it. Call me a hater if you'd like, but I won't be the asshole in line to get a pair of Yeezy khakis or a Dereon hoodie.

So sue me...

(pictures via Trenddoll)

rappers be emotionial.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a hater. I am a fan, but I'm also a person who is easily annoyed by bullshit. Just like I hope you all are. I know there are a lot of fans of the 1 (or 2) rap artists that I am about to speak on. If you do not like what I am about to say, please leave me a comment as to why you are disgruntled. I love a good debate!

Ok, how do I say this without sounding like a heartless piece of trash...

Kid Cudi is an emotional being...
Kid Cudi is sad sometimes...

Screw it. Kid Cudi is an effing cry baby. I follow him on Twitter because like I stated above, I am indeed a fan of his music. I think his voice and his message are outstanding, and being apart of the starving youth of this world, I identify with his music ten fold. Everyone is a dreamer, including me, so most times I feel what he's saying in his music. Plus he's kind of cute so that just helps the message along..With that being said, as a fan of music in general and as a person who keeps up with pop culture for personal amusement, I believe it is my duty to speak on this. Why? Not because I'm qualified, but more so because this is my blog and I do what I want. Period.

Because I follow Kid Cudi on Twitter, I receive the vast majority of his tweets. Some are fun, some even funny, and sometimes the shit just disturbs me. His reactions to fame, in my opinion are, for lack of a better or smarter sounding word, annoying. His periodic rants on the pitfalls of fame piss me off because he's not THAT famous yet. This is just mile one in a long hard marathon called stardom. If he wants to be anything like his mentor Kanye West, he's really going to have to step up and stop complaining so much.

Tonight's informal bitch session topic with the Cudder was apparently about people who come up to him and ask to be put on. Whether it's through a demo, or a whatever other vice, everyone wants something from Kid Cudi. In ways, I agree with him. There are some people who just look for a hand out, and then there are other people who work for what they have. In this day and age when it's not what you know as much as who you know I can't sympathize with this guy. I believe that everything comes full circle, if I get blessed it's my duty to bless someone else. May be big, and it may be small, but it's my goal to pay it forward.

Someone put you on, isn't that a reason to help someone else out?

I know I'm just an outsider looking into a world that may look glamorous, but in reality is very gruesome. I know that I have no idea what being famous is all about. I know that it's not all about the money, the fame, the clothes, or the girls/boys. I know this. But what I also know is that things could always be worse than they are. I know that artists like Kid Cudi and Wale who complain from time to time about how hard it is to be famous, could always have it harder. They could NOT be famous. They could be one of these nameless, faceless artists who come up to the Kid Cudi's and Wale's of the world at concerts, and on the street trying to make a name for themselves by any means necessary.

People talk so much about how good it was when they were broke, but obviously it wasn't that great if you were pushing so hard to make it big. But I digress...I'll leave you and them with this question:

Whatever happened to being grateful?

wives of famous athletes wear the darnest things.

I've had a bone to pick with Vanessa Bryant ever since I saw her in a jersey, purple tutu, leggings, a leather jacket, and ankle boots...ALL AT ONCE. I've never understood her style. Seeing as she is the wife of one of the most accomplished athletes of our time, you think she'd look a little better stepping out of the house, right? Yea, well I thought that too...

I was talking to some guy friends who love playing my antagonist in situations like these. These said friends couldn't understand why I was being so hard on Vanessa Bryant. I mean after all, maybe she's not so much into fashion like I am, maybe she doesn't know the awkward way she dresses herself is indeed WRONG, maybe she just doesn't care...Well, you know what, I hope she doesn't care. I hope that the Manolo's, the tutu's, the bedazzled jeresy dresses circa 1999, and the sequin body suit with her tata's hanging out for the world to see, make her happy. Because if it does, that means those hideous outfits actually meant something. I doubt it though...

If you look hard enough your eyes will burn.

(Ok that was mean...sorry)

joe jackson: a case in parental fail.

I didn't put a picture of Joe Jackson on this post even though it's mainly about the guy, for the sheer fact that his face scares me. Serioulsy...scary.

Joe Jackson is the biggest case of Parental Fail for a bunch of reasons. Not only did he use his children to get out of a bad situation (thanks Beyonce for the quote), and vicariously live through them because he wasn't successful as a musician himself, he's now attempting to pimp his grandchildren.

I thought his incessant fuckery would stop now that MJ has been laid to rest, but looking back on that thought, I can see where I went wrong. Plugging his record label, and being open to vaguly speak about his son's death was just the tip of the iceberg for this guy. He's now gone on to achieve the task of closely watching which of Michael's children will follow in their fathers footsteps...with him pushing them the entire way. Who will be the cash cow this time Joe? Only time will tell, right?

"I don't know — I keep watching Paris. She … wants to do something. And as far as I can see, well, they say Blanket, he can really dance," Joe said.

Once a leech, ALWAYS a leech.

pharrell becoming a dirty old man.

I haven't been paying an attention to Pharrell recently. I think I've gotten over my intense crush over him, so I guess that's lead me to not really care anymore about his day to day activities. But today I noticed this: Pharrell is starting to look like a dirty old man. The above picture screams this fact from the rafters, no? Maybe its the Samford & Son's hat, maybe he's trying to mature himself and step away from the whole BBC Ice Cream get up he's always seen in, or maybe I'm being a hater, whatever...He still looks like a dirty old man.

Nice mustache.

things to do: drugs.

I've got a lot a work to do. Geez...

madonna looks like a corpse.

This isnt' the first time I'm seeing the Louis Vuitton Fall/Winter collection advertisement, with Madonna looking like a corpse, it's just the first time I've decided to blog about it. Interestingly enough, with all the talk surrounding the over enhancement of photos in the fashion indusrty, this is a blatant stab at that argument. Madge looks like a child for one, and for two, the colors aren't appealing at all. If it wasn't for the LV label at the bottom, would anyone be slightly intriuged by this? Uhhh I'm not so sure....