Last night when Nicki Minaj took the stage at the MTV VMA’s, I’m not gonna lie – the only thing I could stare at was her booty! Jennifer Lopez was famous for FAR LESS junk in her trunk than that! WOW! Baby’s got back!
Since I’m being honest – I suppose I’ll just admit that I googled “Nicki Minaj booty” this morning on google – and it seems there’s quite a bit of controversy surrounding the tush, and whether or not it’s been surgically enhanced. Would she do that to herself on purpose? Are those implants? I mean if those bad boys are implants, I’d be worried to sit down!
My husband said “who is she!?” and I was embarrassed I didn’t know! I mean, I make a living off entertainment for God’s sake – and I had never heard of her!
Anyway, Nicki is a Trinidadian rapper extraordinaire! Her debut album hasn’t even been released yet (it’ll drop on November 23, 2010). She’s reportedly dating rapper Drake.
Since the picture above doesn’t clearly show the booty I’m talking about – you have to watch the video below. This is her performing last night with Will.i.am at the VMA’s pre-show. Also controversial is Will’s blackface…man, people have been talking about that all day!
John Mayer - who had almost 4 million followers on Twitter – has decided to close his account, and focus on making his new album. From here on out, he’ll communicate with his fans the old-fashioned way, via his blog.
This letter was sent in from Josh, my brother – who has an opinion or two about Lady Gaga at last night’s VMA’s. I laughed, I cried, I had to share with you guys. Here goes:
Dear Ms. GaGa
First off… I have to say, your music is kind of catchy and I can’t help but sing along to your songs. I can’t tell you how embarrassing it is getting caught, stopped at a stop light, belting out… RAH RAH OUGHT OUGHT ATTA! But I am here to say, you are officially too much… you need a weekend with Jesus, Dr. Phil, or hell, maybe Tim Tebow. Or maybe you need something structured, try Buddhism, Tiger swears by it. Every time I see you I think to myself “Damn girl, put on a damn pair of jeans and a tank top!” Maybe take it a step further… try sweats. Oh my God GaGa sweats and flip flops will change your life! After seeing you last night on the VMA’s I felt kind of bad for you. After seeing your first two outfits, they looked extremely painful. I couldn’t tell if you were crying because you were happy to win the awards or if you were crying because of the shoes you were wearing. (They reminded me of this special I watched on TV about Chinese feet binding.) Or maybe it was the sheer weight of your gowns that brought the tears, you had to have the starting offensive line from the USC football team there to carry your dress for you. In the end, I probably could have forgiven you for all this. I could have blamed all of it on bad influences, bad stylist, or you just needing attention, maybe more hugs as a child. But you came out with something we can not forgive you for, the dreaded meat dress. Now I don’t have enough time to write down all the jokes that pop up in my head so I will just go with what I think are the best ones. First off, when I first saw it I couldn’t help but realize how much that looked like another one of the notorious crotch shots while Lindsay, Britney or Paris are getting out of a car (probably smelt similar too). For all I know that could have just been pictures of their crotches stitched together to resemble a meat dress. Paired with the meat wallet joke you made to Cher, I don’t know if I can ever look at beef the same. But enough with that, you are lucky you weren’t wearing that steak on your head walking in, who knows what a bum in L.A. will do for a fresh steak. You obviously give all your love to the gays and not to the homeless. You could have dressed and fed them all for a month! You had more meat on you than Debbie had on “Debbie does Dallas”, (but we all know you don’t swing that way). Also… Since I know every man that was dragged into watching the VMA’s with their woman because they had been watching football all Sunday, I couldn’t help but think how much I would have loved to have had that spread on the BBQ earlier, it made my little smokies seem pretty lame in comparison to the full grown ox you draped across your body. You were like a hillbillies wet popstar dream, but I don’t think they would even try that jerky. Anyways, not all hope is lost… There is always Oprah. Dear Oprah, please save GaGa, she made me gag last night.
Kourtney Kardashian and boyfriend Scott Disick arrive at Chelsea Pier, to take their son, Mason Dash Disick, for a family tour of Manhattan on their yacht, in New York.
