There is a special place in hell for this SOB. This story may be old to some of you, but I am just catching wind of it and thought I’d share. This Michigan husband is facing abuse charges after allowing his 400-pound wife to die in bed surrounded by maggots and her own waste. This definitely brings a new meaning to “til death do uspart”. Chile things were so bad that fire crews had to wear hazardous material suits to remove Yolanda Reese-Brooks from her home. When the fire crew found 40-year-old Brooks, she was close to death with maggots crawling over her body and lying in her own waste having been unable to leave her bed for months. Ohhh but it gets worse. Catch these t’s.
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Homophobia and transphobia loom over Mister Cee’s resignation from Hot 97. His resignation is not only about those things, but they factor.
Nothing fuels our appetite for “exposure” like racism, sexism, homophobia, and transphobia. The need to “out” people is sky-high. The racist appetite for “outing” has subsided, but during Slavery and Jim Crow people were obsessed with exposing those who were “passing.” There remains a sexism fueled appetite for “outing” and exposing women for their sexual acts. Just look at Gucci Mane’s tweets. The consequences of homophobic and transphobic “outing” are, of course, far more detrimental and deadly. The appetite is the same. During Slavery and Jim Crow, reputations were ruined if it was discovered a White wanted to date/marry a Black. Stigma of “nigger lovers.” The societal need to “out” and expose people is almost always a signal of larger social oppression. In closing, it is not enough to be upset that people are “outed”–one must question the homophobic and transphobic culture compelling this. Continue reading
Chile there is no need in living somewhere if you can’t draw upon your surroundings for inspiration. Welcome to the Twelve! This is where I live. Some of my neighbors include Akon, Gucci Mane, a few Falcon’s players, and other well to do Atlanta residents. Typically when you guys hear me say I’m “down to da bar”, I’m at The Lobby Restaurant located on the first floor of the building. As the old adage goes, everything that glitters (looks expensive) ain’t gold. Hunty, when the night falls, the only thing that is high end around these parts is the cost of midnight rendezvous upstairs with a few of the resident prostitutes that call the bar their office. Think I’m lying? Stop by any night after 8pm and you will watch them trickle in slowly, typically ordering a glass or two of wine, and intoxicating any suspecting man that locks eyes with them.
Perched at the bar, smelling of sweet perfume, the “working girls” work the room until they find someone to work the clock. No need to fear things getting out of control as negotiations take place between the ladies of the night and a john. There tends to be a crazy gun toting felon somewhere not far behind, as was the case with this one crazy character named Mac. I’ll tell you all about the pistol toting ladies man later. Then there is the nasty bish that threw up all over the elevator. She’s a riot! We’ve got the bar tender with the crooked wig who can’t ever get anyone’s order right. We’ve got the bar tender that came to work coked up and drunk. There’s the drug dealers whom like the prostitutes have turned the Lobby of the hotel and the bar into their office. Not only is it their office, but their distribution center. As the prostitutes are working the hell out of the elevators, the drug boys are working the bathrooms and outdoor tables. Then you’ve got the security guard that’s a former Atlanta PD officer with a chip on his shoulder because now he has to wear a hot suit and police prostitutes. The gag is, he’s often time too busy trying to score dates with the ladies that walk pass, that he actual serves as a veil of protection for the prostitutes and drug boys. Isn’t it ironic…
I’ve got so many interesting, funny, factual, with witnesses to confirm stories of the goings on at the The Twelve Hotel Atlantic Station, that I figured I’d bring these stories to the forefront and give you guys a mini soap opera. Hell, that’s often times what it feels like living here. The bible says “let my living not be in vain”, so here it is. I present to you As The Twelve Atlantic Station Turns. This real life recount of 100% factual occurrences is sure to leave you at the edge of your seat, laughing to no end, and dying to get to the bar at Twelve Atlantic Station to witness some of this for your self. Catch these T’s Continue reading
I Know Nene’s knew show is called I Dream Of Nene, but she must really be a genie. If Marlo could have had one wish, it would have been to be back in good graces with Bravo Andy. Well it looks as if Nene made that wish come true. Quiet as its kept, I heard that Bravo Andy did not see it for Miss Hampton. After her escapades in Africa with Sheree, he was not featuring her at all, hence why we have not seen anymore of Marlo on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Want proof??? Remember Kenya’s Halloween party from last season? Well, how about Marlo was there. Not only was she there, but Marlo actually won the costume competition for her recreation of Dianne Carrol. Surely all of that was caught on camera. Surely non of that we saw. You read between the lines. The Bravo girls just didn’t see it for Miss Marlo.
No tea no shade, but Marlo Hampton should have been giving a Peach. At a minimum she should have been brought back as B character. Hell she was far more exciting than Dianna’s need to close your legs to married men (Willie Gary) ass was, and she sure as hell was more enjoyable then crazy Kenya. I’m glad we will get to see Marlo Hampton in all her stolen clothes glory on I Dream of Nene. Hopefully this next run on tv will open Marlo up to more television opportunities. As much as we love to hate her, we love to see her…
Hey Marlo! You can call or text me sometime. We didn’t have to stop being friends. I know how to be 2 peoples friend who don’t like each other… (catch that dirt)
For those of y’all who have been missing The Real
Housewives Of Atlanta 2.0 Married To Medicine, I got a lil bit of tea for ya. Word on the curb is pretty girl friend of Nene Leakes & Cynthia Bailey, Dr. Zelda Pittman is joining the cast of Married To Medicine. Dr. Zelda is a dentist who graduated from the University of Tennesssee College of Dentistry. There is more than what meets the eye. Pittman is more than a dentist, she is a Atlanta socialite for what thats worth (and a few other things if what they say about her and her divorce is true).
I actually got to meet her a few weeks back at Bar One. She was a part of Nene’s entourage when Nene walked in. I couldn’t read her one way or another. She seemed aight to me. Considering that she is a well respected dentist, and taking in to account the messiness and rumors that precede her name, she posses all the right stuff for reality tv. So just what is Zelda’s mess? Catch these T’s Continue reading
What do you do when 13 possible men could be the father of your child? You take the to paternity court to see judge Lauren Lake. Well that is what you will do starting September 23. That’s right, we’ve got a new show to showcase just how fertile post pubescent women are and just how haphazard with their DNA some men can be. It goes without saying that we can expect some outrageous Jerry Springer type of foolishness. Hell, at the point in which you need the courts to help you determine paternity, you probably are living some ole nasty Jerry Springer guest kind of life.
What does this do for Maury Povich? I don’t know, but the fallout should be interesting. Considering that Maury has had a stronghold on paternity for well over a decade, I’m curious to know if paternity court will force Maury Povich to expand his show topics beyond paternity? What is for certain is that some ingenious producer realized that Maury was the only one riding a lucrative lane and decided to tap in to miss Maury’s revenue stream. Yes Gawd Hunty! Business and capitalism at its best. Check out the clip of the woman with 13 possibles as her child’s father. Continue reading