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- 01/28/13--11:22: Ohio Players Frontman Leroy ‘Sugarfoot’ Bonner Dies
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- 01/28/13--13:02: Watch Kourtney Kardashian Squirt Breast Milk On Kim’s Psoriasis!
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- 01/29/13--06:00: All Eyes On: Dolvett Quince
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Javon Trotter, the mother of the girl, spoke out in response to the public’s outrage, saying she’s standing behind her father and is in disbelief about the way people have reacted.
“I’m upset, I’m hurt I can’t believe that people would re-post the picture of my innocent baby and say bad things about my father who loves my baby and all kids,” she told theGrio. “He would never do anything to harm them. It’s hurtful for my whole family.”
Social media has been the platform of commentary and criticism since the picture went viral, calling him a pervert and pedophile.
NYPD officers arrived at the building around 6 p.m. after receiving a 911 call about a man bleeding inside. Authorities discovered the unidentified victim unconscious with a gunshot wound to his head; the man was pronounced dead at the scene.
As of Saturday night, no arrests had been made.
No homicides were reported in the area’s five boroughs between Jan. 15 and Jan. 25, likely a result of bone-chilling temperatures over the last several days.
“To the extent that weather plays a role, great,” said Police Commissioner Ray Kelly on Friday. “We are rooting for more cold weather.”
The streak broke a previous eight-day record after superstorm Sandy in late October 2012.
She’s the lead makeup artist at AJ’s of Chicago, who doesn’t take any mess. She can powder a nose while serving a side-eye. She’s walked the runways of Chanel, Tom Ford, Betsey Johnson, and many more. But there’s much more to Katrell Mendenhall than her persona on the Style Network’s “Chicagolicious.” Here she gives us the juicy tea on what happens behind-the-scenes of the hit reality show, her beauty must-haves, and how she maintains her long, chemical-free mane!
Katrell: I was born and raised in Silver Spring, Maryland. And moved to L.A. after high school for several years, and now I live in Chicago. Although I love Chicago, it will not be home forever … I’ve got my eyes open for relocation, after “Licious” of course!
U: Besides AJ’s, where are some other places you’ve worked as a professional makeup artist?
Katrell: M.A.C. cosmetics is where I started my makeup journey. I was a manager and then left because it was time to do my own thing. I started off freelancing for commercials, movies, corporate companies, and when things started rolling I started my own business … I have artists that I send out to different events when I can’t make it. I’m not exclusive to AJ’s, which makes running both very easy, but extremely busy!
U: How did you know makeup artistry was the career path for you?
Katrell: I’ve been modeling since I was a kid, and I remember sitting backstage in amazement at the transformation of what makeup could do. So one fashion week I started to ask the makeup artist questions. I’m sure she wanted me to shut up!! I went from asking questions to asking if I could be an apprentice … I was so fascinated by the art, skill, and transformation. Well one thing lead to another and here I am.
Katrell: I love that you jump right in with these questions. I feel like everyone is so afraid to ask … So here is the tea … Everything on TV seems really exaggerated. You’re definitely getting a portion of my character, but not all of Katrell.
U: You and Valincia Saulsberry definitely have a rivalry going. And in some ways, you’re depicted as a “villain.” What’s really behind all the drama, in your opinion?
Katrell: I’m not afraid to speak my mind openly and honestly. I have strong opinions just like the next person, but a villain I’m not. I can’t help the minds of others if villain is what they perceive.
U: And speaking of drama, how do you protect your professional brand when potential clients may react negatively to what they’ve seen on the show?
Katrell: I think my talent and background speak for itself. I’m a working model, who gives back to thousands of young girls and boys on how to make it in this industry. My success rate is constantly growing, having several of my kids grace covers of magazines and appear in feature films, commercials, fashion shows, and so much more. I’m extremely professional. I want the kids under my umbrella to succeed, and I think that’s portrayed in the show.
U: You’ve mentioned being committed to improving the self-esteem and confidence of young girls, but haven’t given Austin Maxfield her props or words of encouragement. Do you think the professional makeup world is too cut-throat to foster mentor relationships?
Katrell: I’m the type of mentor who’s going to be hard. I’ve always had Austin’s best interest at heart and want nothing more for Austin to be successful.
U: How has being on “Chicagolicious” affected your dating life?
Katrell: Ohhh, chile! ["MaCray Huff voice"] It has totally affected my dating life … There isn’t a lot of time for dating, unfortunately. But if Mr. Right comes along, I’ll make time … whenever that happens.
Katrell: Powder if you have oily skin. Liquid if you have dry. There’s no need to do both unless you just HAVE to have full coverage. Add a touch of concealer under the eye.
Adding a little color to your cheeks will give radiance to the face. The key to blush – it should look like it’s coming from within your skin, as oppose to just sitting on top of the skin. Choose the right shade.
Eyeliner! It’s a personal preference of where you wear it – top of the eye or bottom – and what look you’re going for – soft or dramatic. I suggest pencil if you know you’re going to be busy and always on the go. Liquid if you have the five extra minutes and want a bolder eye.
Mascara is a staple you should always have.
Don’t go too neutral on the lips … you want something to have a little pop!
U: If you could wear only one cosmetic for a month, what would it be and why?
Katrell: This is a no-brainer for me – mascara!!! Every girl should play up her best feature, and I’m told my eyes are what work best for me. I’m comfortable with no foundation and all that jazz. Mascara seems to wake me up on my most tired of days.
Katrell: Yes it’s true; this long mane is all mine! I’m big on hair care … having healthy hair says a lot about a woman. Whether it’s yours, you purchased it, wear locs, etc., maintaing a well-groomed look is extremely important. I wash my hair once a week and deep condition once a month. I get my ends trimmed, which is such a necessity with natural hair, every three and a half weeks. The less heat the better, of course. So air drying is my regular routine. I do nothing special to keep it straight … tie it up at night and it’s ready to roll in the a.m. My favorite hair products are Aveda Rosemary Mint Shampoo & Conditioner.
U: Now let’s talk about Chicago! What is your favorite place to eat, sleep (hotel), shop, chill with your girls, and enjoy a sexy date?
My favorite place to shop is KIZ Chicago.
My favorite place to chill with my girls? My place … I’m a great hostess! We always have an amazing time.
Any or all of the above make for a sexy date!!!
The funk singer passed away on Saturday in Trotwood, OH after his battle with cancer. A confirmation of Bonner’s death was posted on the group’s official Facebook page.
“Humble yet charismatic, soft-spoken and of few words, the weight of his thoughts, lyrics and music has influenced countless other artists, songs and trends,” the post stated. “He will be missed but not forgotten as his legacy and music lives on.”
Keith Harrison of the bands FAZE-O and the Dazz Band also offered his condolences, saying, “He was a great person with a lot of wisdom not just in music, but in life.”
The Hamilton, OH native got his start with the band in the 1960′s with members of a group called the Ohio Untouchables to form the Ohio Players. Together, they cranked out chart-topping funk hits such as “Love Rollercoaster,” ”Fire,” ”Skin Tight” and “Funky Worm.” In recent years, Bonner stayed on the music scene with a spinoff band called Sugarfoot’s Ohio Players.
On Monday, a spokesperson for a Newcomer Funeral Home in the Dayton suburb of Kettering said that the family hadn’t scheduled any public services.
This past weekend, photos surfaced of a dinner between Queens rapper Nasir “Nas” Jones, Facebook founder Mark Zukerberg, and billionaire venture capitalist Ben Horowitz, who was recently outed as an investor for the website Rap Genius. Of course, no one really knows what actually was discussed at this dinner (or whether Zuck can recite all 16 bars of “NY State of Mind”) but, with that much power in the room, we can only imagine what types of deals were going down. So until we get more information, let’s speculate about what tech ideas came from this meeting as well as try to figure out how our invitation got lost in the mail.
Courtesy of The Associated Press
Ronnie Chambers, who was his mother Shirley’s youngest child, was shot in the head while sitting in a parked car on the city’s West Side. A 21-year-old man who was also in the car was wounded, police said.
Shirley Chambers, whose two other sons and daughter were shot in separate attacks more than a decade ago, was left grieving again on Saturday, WLS-TV reported.
“Right now, I’m totally lost because Ronnie was my only surviving son,” Chambers said.
Shirley Chambers’ first child, Carlos, was shot and killed by a high school classmate in 1995 after an argument. He was 18. Her daughter Latoya, then 15, and her other son Jerome were shot and killed within months of one another in 2000.
“What did I do wrong? I was there for them. We didn’t have everything we wanted but we had what we needed,” she asked Saturday.
There must be a subgenre of porn for this right? On last night’s episode of “Kourtney & Kim Take Miami,” Kim took to the interwebs to find a remedy for her psoriasis. (Does Kanye know she has psoriasis? I thought he insisted on her being flawless?) Turns out, applying breast milk to the skin is a popular home remedy. So obviously, still-nursing sister Kourtney whipped her tit out and super-soaked away.
Taye Diggs took on a heroic role Sunday night as he apprehended a home intruder at his L.A. residence shortly after returning from the Screen Actors Guild Awards.
The 42-year-old actor reportedly spotted Hassan Juma, 20, upon entering his home with wife Idina Menzel around 11 p.m. Diggs then confronted the man who took off running, but was chased down by the Private Practice star and held until police arrived on the scene.
Law enforcement sources said there was an accomplice in a getaway car, but he/she left the suspect to fend for himself.
No injuries were reported and Juma was booked on suspicion of burglary.
Diggs was a presenter at Sunday’s event for Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Drama Series, which went to Claire Danes for her role in Homeland.
Thanks to the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade Database, edited by David Eltis and David Richardson, we know that about 388,000 Africans were transported directly to the United States over the course of the slave trade, which ended officially in 1808. This brutally cruel and disruptive phase of the trade, as all American schoolchildren should be taught, is known as “the Middle Passage.” But what is often left out of many survey courses is the second Middle Passage, and that dark chapter in American history involved far more black people than were taken from Africa to the United States. It was also uniquely cruel and brutally destructive. And it unfolded during the era when cotton was “king.”
That second forced migration was known as the domestic, or internal, slave trade: “In the seven decades between the ratification of the Constitution [in 1787] and the Civil War ,” the historian Walter Johnson tells us in his book Soul by Soul: Life Inside the Antebellum Slave Market, “approximately one million enslaved people were relocated from the upper South to the lower South … two thirds of these through … the domestic slave trade.” In other words, two and a half times more African Americans were directly affected by the second Middle Passage than the first one.
As one member in an intense trio of personal trainers, Dolvett Quince of NBC’s Biggest Loser has parlayed his self-made success into a budding lifestyle brand. Fans of the show, currently in its fourteenth season, might view the Stamford, Conn. native as a tough-as-nails character to a cast of vulnerable contestants. Yet a brief sit-down with the fitness pro reveals a uniquely different side.
UPTOWN caught up with Quince to discuss a range of topics from the humble beginnings of Body Sculptor Inc., the bittersweet story behind his adoption as a child, dating (ladies, he’s single!), his idea of being a renaissance man and more.
Trust us, this guy is just getting started.
Friends in High Places
The Atlanta-based personal trainer opened his doors to Body Sculptor Inc. in 2004 with the expectation of “changing lives one rep at a time.” Quince garnered a small following early on, but experienced a boom of new customers when mentioned by a local star. “I started Body Sculptor Gym because one of my close friends [Bert Weiss] who was the No. 1 radio personality in Atlanta, Georgia started talking about it on his show. It got bigger than me. The show was bigger than me,” he explained. “I didn’t realize the magnitude of the show—because I was averaging about two new clients a week—he brought about 60.” Quince later opened up his business of training other trainers at the ATL establishment, which eventually boasted a celebrity client list that included Angela Bassett, Justin Bieber, and a certain hot Hollywood couple, among others. “One of my first celebrity clients was Nicole Ari Parker. She started working out with me and was like, ‘you gotta meet this guy.’ Me and Boris [Kodjoe] hit it off immediately and we became friends,” he said. “I had a crush on Nicole, Boris had to slap me around a little bit and then we all became friends.”
The Rose That Grew From Concrete
Quince’s honest and down-to-earth persona quickly made him a fan favorite during his debut on season 12, specifically when opening up about his childhood in the foster care system. When his father ran out on the family, Quince says his mother spent so much time focused on getting him back that she neglected her children. He and his three siblings eventually found a home with a Jamaican couple, but all was not perfect. “My adoption was bittersweet, because I had parents who were loving enough to [adopt] four strangers,” he said. “That’s a beautiful story, however, they’re very old school with a ‘you spare the rod, you spoil the child’ sort of mentality. So they only knew what they knew– and that was to beat it out of me.” Quince revealed that while the physical and mental abuse destroyed him for several years, he was able to find strength within himself. “I’m only in the position that I’m in now because that experience gave me a voice at a very young age. […] And with that strength, I’m able to help the underdog. The weaker person, the woman, the child, the obese person, the athlete that can’t get all the way to the finish line because I understand,” he spoke in a soft tone. “I understand what it’s like to still believe in yourself when no one else believes in you and to push that out of someone.”
It’s damn near impossible to sit next this handsome gentleman and not notice his perfect smile. His gorgeous brown skin. His charm or incredible style. Which begs the question: Is he dating, single and/or looking? “I am single, I am looking. Yes to both,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I’m looking for a woman who loves being in love. Who has a good sense of family, like a family matters to her. She doesn’t have to be close to it, but she has to want it. […] I’m looking for a woman who’s confident, strong and sexy. She has to have swag and be sophisticated.”
Not Just “That Fitness Guy”
If you must know, Quince is more than just a health or fitness guy—he’s a lifestyle guy. “I’m a renaissance man. People don’t know that about me. Growing up I watched James Bond, I wanted to be Sean Connery. Denzel Washington. Billy Dee Williams. Because those guys spoke to me,” he said. “Those guys know art, they know nice cars, the right watch, the right suit. I’m not Rick Ross, I’m a classy guy. I believe in chivalry.” When asked about the image of young Black men today, Quince explained that there are not enough Black men teaching the youth to be real gentlemen. But under his roof, there’s a standard. “I say this to my son: be a gentleman. They’ll be girls in your life who will say, ‘What are you doing that for?’ It doesn’t matter, you do it for you. The young lady that appreciates it, she deserves it.”
Want more of Dolvett Quince in 2013? He’s got you covered. “[A book] is definitely happening. I’m doing a multi-city tour I’m working on right now. I’m training people in many cities. I’m working on a motivational app for fans.” The self-described perfectionist is also working to revamp his personal website, Dolvett.com. Quince added, “I just want to say to fans, thank you. Thank you for believing in my brand. […] I’ve been on the show for three seasons, but for me it’s just the beginning.”
by Michelle Newson
First comes love, then comes marriage, the comes a double triangular wishbone undercarriage…
Thinking of the hottest car to make a grand exit from your reception? Look no further than the limited-edition Audi R8 GT Spyder. With a production run of only 333 units worldwide, this stunning driving machine is the exclusive top model of the R8 family.
Impress your bride with a ride that goes from zero to over 60 mph in 3.8 seconds and tops out at 196.97 mph. Along with high lateral acceleration, the R8 GT Spyder has lightning-fast, nearly instantaneous reactions.
Marriage is all about a good foundation and you can be one with the road with 19-inch wheels that keep the car firmly planted to the asphalt.
While designed for performance, the R8 GT interior also exudes refinement offering a premium navigation system, automatic air conditioning, and premium sound.
The Audi R8 GT is an exceptionally performing sports car representing the engineering attention to detail for which Audi is known. It joins the R8 V8 and R8 V10 Coupes and Spyders as the pinnacle of Audi performance models. With only 90 vehicles destined for the United States, the R8 is nearly sold out. Starting price $210,300. www.audi.com
2013 LUXURY CAR WATCH
Mid-size Luxury: BMW M5 Sedan starting at $89,900 (www.bmwusa.com); Affordable Luxury: Hyundai Genesis starting at $34,200 (www.hyundaiusa.com); Hybrid Luxury: Lexus LS 600h L starting at $119,910 (www.lexus.com)
Photos courtesy of Audi
In today’s link round-up: Frank Ocean gets added to the Grammy performance roster, Vanity Fair cuts off Black people (again) and much more!
Karl Lagerfeld Bashes Michelle Obama’s New Bangs
Aaron McGruder Seeks Funding For Live Action ‘Boondocks’
The cartoon’s creator wants to bring one particular character to life.
Frank Ocean Confirms Grammy Performance
Ocean will join Alicia Keys, Rihanna, Justin Timberlake and more on music’s biggest night.
Tradition? Vanity Fair Cuts People Of Color Off Cover
Here we go again…
Zimmerman Wants To Delay Trial
Prosecutors have been “slow to turn over evidence.”
50 Things Your Barista Really Wants You To Know
No. 5: Seriously, GET OFF THE PHONE.
Jennifer Hudson shows her support for fellow singer/actress Alicia Keys at the Hennessy V.S. premiere party for The Inevitable Defeat of Mister and Pete, which stars Keys and was directed by George Tillman (pictured), during the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah on Jan. 17. Photo: Dave Kotinsky/Wire Image
Mekhi Phifer supports Alicia Keys at the premiere party for Hennessy V.S. Presents The Inevitable Defeat of Mister and Pete during the Sundance Film Festival in Utah on Jan. 17. Photo: Dave Kotinsky/Wire Image
“The Wire” alum Gbenga Akinnagbe attends Hennesy V.S. Presents The Inevitable Defeat of Mister and Pete premiere party during the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah on Jan. 17. Photo: Dave Kotinsky/Wire Image
Jermaine Dupri and some of his So So Def artists, including XScape; Jagged Edge; Da Brat; Bow Wow; and Kris Kross, attend a press conference at Atlanta City Hall to announce an All-Star Anniversary Concert, on February 23 at the Fox Theater, to celebrate 20 years of hit-making on Jan. 15. Photo: Chris Mitchell
Kicking off awards season in splendid glamour, Octavia Spencer attends the 18th Annual Critics Choice Awards held at the Barker Hanger in Santa Monica, Calif. on Jan. 10. Photo: Sol Jones/INFphoto.com
Nick Cannon, Mariah Carey (not pictured), and their twins Monroe and Moroccan hopped off their private jet in Queensland, Australia and hopped on their private boat to sail around the Great Barrier Reef on Dec. 28. Photo: INFphoto.com
Idris Elba proves he’s a gorgeous man regardless of what face he makes at the camera, while attending the launch party for Will.i.am‘s i.am+ foto.sosho camera accessory at One Marylebone in London on Dec. 16.
Elvira LeToya Luckett dressed for the wrong holiday while attending the Voli Light Vodka’s Holiday Party, hosted by Fergie and benefiting Cellphones for Soldiers, at SkyBar in the Mondrian Hotel in West Hollywood on Dec. 9.
Olivier Martinez, fiance of Halle Berry, shows off his hand splint to the paps while leaving Cedars Sinai in LA on Nov. 27, after fighting with the father of Halle’s daughter Nahla. Photo: Aik Arshamian/INFphoto.com
Niecy Nash shows her support for marriage equality by attending the launch of “Tie the Knot,” a charity to raise funds for the cause by selling limited-edition TheTieBar.com bow ties, at The London West Hollywood in West Hollywood on Nov. 14.
Kevin Hart catches some zzz’s: “This schedule is KICKING my ASS…..G*d Damn ATL NIGHTS #SleeplessNights” via @KevinHart4real
Gabrielle Union is going into law enforcement? “On the set making The Funny w @itsgabrielleu @redgrantlaughs #staygrindin“ via @BILLBELLAMY
Backstage at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show at the Manhattan’s 69th Regiment Armory on Nov. 7, Rihanna ponders a career switch: “#LEGITmodelShit I’m a #VS girl now lol” Via @rihanna
Diddy and his twin girls, Jesse James and D’Lila Star, enjoyed some wholesome Halloween fun at a pumpkin patch in LA on Oct. 28. He posted the pic on Instagram, saying, “I’m having more fun the the kids :) #halloween” Photo: Instagram
Tyra Banks and Rob Evans, her rumored beau and new “American’s Next Top Model” judge, attend the Flawsome Ball, which benefited TyTy’s TZONE charity, at Capitale in NYC on Oct. 18. Photo: Jennifer Graylock/INFphoto.com
Always the reluctant natural hair spokesperson, Solange rocks straight hair to the American Ballet Theatre 2012 Gala at the New York City Center and dinner at The Pierre Hotel in NYC on Oct. 16. Photo: Billy Farrell Agency
Keke Palmer leaves Sirius Radio in New York City on October 3. Credit: Dara Kushner/INFphoto.com
Rihanna, sporting a sexy pair of Christian Louboutin thigh high boots, slinks away from her NYC hotel, shortly after Chris Brown reportedly visited her there on October 2. Credit: Alequin/Bosch/INFphoto.com
Halle Berry and daughter Nahla are getting into the Halloween spirit in Hollywood, CA on October 2. Credit: Andra Viak/INFphoto.com
Instead of food shopping, John Legend (fried chicken master) and fiancee Chrissy Teigen (model/cooking school-student) do some clothes shopping at Fred Segal in Hollywood on October 2. Credit: Merino/INFphoto.com.
Angie Martinez was in Brooklyn talking that talk with pals Beyonce, Queen Latifah, Taraji P. Henson. “The girl talk @theBarclay was real! @theRealTaraji @iamqueenlatifah & B!” Credit: @angiemartinez/ @kodaklens
On Sept. 27, a photo of an 18-year-old Michelle Obama surfaced after the Princeton Alumni Weekly published “Mrs. Obama goes to Washington.”
Chris Paul is joined by his wife Jada, singer Miguel, and Nazanin Mandi at the celebration for his October GQ cover, which he shares with Denzel Washington and Javier Bardem, at The Sayer’s Club in L.A. on Sept. 24. Photo: Michael Kovak / Wire Image
Ballers Matt Barnes, Canon Butler, DeAndre Jordan, Blake Griffin, and Willie Green helped Chris Paul celebrate his October GQ cover at The Sayer’s Club in L.A. on Sept. 24. Photo: Michael Kovak / Wire Image
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Nicki Minaj uses her “band leader” styling to tell her fellow “American Idol” judges that she’s leading the show as she heads into day two of taping the new season in NYC on Sept. 17. Photo: Dario Alequin/INFphoto.com
Practice makes perfect for Alicia Keys as she poses in the dance studio: “Rehearsal time!!! I’m a tigress for these up coming shows!!!! Grrrrrrr!!!!” Via: @aliciakeys
Cornrows and a new cross tattoo as shared by Ms. Kelly Rowland on Sept. 13.” Via @kellyrowland
A model can’t walk every show; sometimes she’s just got to sit front row. Check out Jessica White as she struts into the Alice + Olivia show during Mercedes Benz Fashion Week in NYC on Sept. 10. Photo: INF
Songbird Estelle gets her very first tattoo (“DO – Divinely Orchestrated”) on Sept. 10 from @bigstevenyc (via @estelledarlings)
Artiste extraordinaire Swizz Beatz ‘wines’ down in the studio on Sept. 11
“In my studio Zone with opus1 08 :) bang out time…..” (via
Even though she’s the youngest of the bunch, which also includes mom Kimora Lee, dad Russell Simmons, and sister Ming Lee Simmons, Aoki Lee Simmons knows the paps are always snapping, especially during Mercedez Benz Fashion Week in NYC, on Sept. 8. Photo: INF
Just when you thought Rihanna had rocked every hairstyle imaginable, she shows off a new pixie cut while attending a dress rehearsal for the MTV Video Music Awards in L.A. on Sept. 5. Photo: Credit: X17online
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Beyonce and Jay-Z shoot the breeze with director Ron Howard, who was shooting a documentary about the Budweiser Made in America music festival, in Philadelphia during the two-day celebration on Sept. 1. No word on why Beyonce is squatting for no apparent reason. Photo: Kevin Mazur/WireImage
Talk about an awkward moment! Jaguar tapped Jane Krakowski; Tracy Morgan, who has made homophobic jokes; and Johnny Weir, who came out publicly after achieving figure skating fame, for Jaguar’s Chill Event on Aug. 17 in NYC. Photo: Amanda Schwab/Startraks
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Robert Townsend, Melanie Fiona, and Laz Alonso on August 3rd at the Studio Museum of Harlem where Alonso was announced as the new travel ambassador of BlackAtlas.com.
U.S. Olympic swimmer Lauren Perdue poses with fellow Olympian Lebron James in an Instagram. She started a firestorm after tweeting that Lebron had asked her to dinner, which really turned out to be an invitation to the dining hall.
Ray J poses with his new boss Rickey Smiley, who will star in a TV One sitcom loosely based on his life alongside Ray J, on Aug. 1 at the Beverly Hilton, the same hotel in which Ray J’s former lover Whitney Houston died.
A study published in the American Sociological Review found that men who spent more time doing “more traditionally female” household chores like cooking, cleaning, and shopping were found to have less sex than those who didn’t. “The results suggest the existence of a gendered set of sexual scripts, in which the traditional performance and display of gender is important for creation of sexual desire and performance of sexual activity,” said one of the lead researchers. Really? But really? I’m sorry, I respect scientific theory, but I simply can’t think of anything sexier than a man doing the dishes or wielding a mop or cooking dinner for me. Maybe that’s because I believe in household egalitarianism. Performative gender roles be dammed! A man doing “traditionally female” chores is a straight up aphrodisiac.
“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.”
As the credits climbed the screen, the title music was drowned out by the sweeping of popcorn off laps and mutters of mildly surprised approval.
I dabbed a tear from the corner of my eye and turned to my companion. “So what did you think?”
“‘S’all right, I s’pose.”
Ally was 26, blonde, a smidgen above her ideal body mass index, and evidently not easily impressed. I held my tongue until we’d shuffled as far as the foyer. “There’s a nice pub not far from here. Fancy a quick one?”
Ally sniffed and fiddled with her scarf. “Actually, I should probably be getting back.”
It was 8.30pm.
I shouldn’t have been too surprised. We had met once, at a dinner party at Neil and Yasmin’s a couple of weeks befoer. We’d exchanged five words, half a pint of saliva and our phone numbers. The date was a sop to formality, really.
The silence as we waited for her bus was agonising. When the 341 finally arrived, I went to peck her on the cheek, spat out the mouthful of hair I got instead, and falteringly wished her a safe journey home.
So much for plan A.
For once in my life, I actually had a plan B: a magazine launch party about a mile away. I would know hardly a soul there, but free wine was definitely in order.
It was one of those suffocatingly trendy affairs, in a bar so hip no one could find it, with guests so hip they didn’t turn up for three hours, wearing clothes so hip they hadn’t been designed yet. That week, the in-crowd had deemed, once again, that smiling, enthusiasm and intelligent conversation were out of fashion, so I sat in a corner and cradled my Moscow Mule looking vainly for a friendly face. When none had appeared an hour later, I made for the exit.
At the doorway, a voice said hi. It was Adam, a guy in his early 30s who worked in the office next to mine. And he appeared to standing next to Neneh Cherry.
“This party’s a wash. We’re going for Chinese. You in?” All of a sudden I was ravenously hungry.
As we waited for our dim sum to arrive, I discovered Adam’s friend’s name was Frankie. She was from the States, though she now lived in Camberwell, and she worked in the music business. She was about my height, with Hollywood teeth and catwalk cheekbones, and her lithe, yogic body crackled with sexual energy. She asked me how old I thought she was. I guessed 27. She smiled.
We talked about everything on God’s green earth: philosophy, Chechnya, our favourite flavour Skittles. Adam barely got a word in edgeways.
The food came and went far too quickly. I didn’t want to call it a night yet—and neither, to my relief, did Frankie. “Is there anywhere we can get a late drink in this town?”
Adam took us to a small, modish club a short taxi ride away. Frankie and I bantered all the way there—but once we were inside, something strange happened. We unclicked. I don’t know if it was a faux pas, or the brain-numbing music, or the wearying ranks of the wankerati, but the conversation conked out.
I wandered off for a while to refuel with tobacco and alcohol. When I returned, there was a man in my place—one of the woolly hat brigade. He was nodding and faking an interested smile. I could feel Frankie drifting away. And I’m ashamed to say it, but the feeling rather made the blood rush to my head.
“Hey! I want a word with you.” I grabbed her by the arm, dragged her away from the bobblehead, and wheeled her round to face me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” When I saw the fire in her eyes, I almost lost my nerve.
“I didn’t come to this dump to listen to this shit music or drink these overpriced drinks. I came here to talk to you.”
The fire dimmed to a warm glow, and I heard a click. My gambit had paid off.
Two hours later, for the second time that night, I was waiting for someone else’s bus. “I’d love to see you again,” I said. Frankie ripped a page out of her Filofax, scribbled on it and handed it over.
I spent the next three days racking my brains to think of somewhere to take her. She was so gorgeous, so graceful, so effortlessly cool … it would take a stroke of genius to impress her.
A gig was out of the question. She’d probably turn out to be mates with the band, while the extent of my musical knowledge was the UK pop charts, 1981-88. Pub? Not classy enough. Restaurant? Too much pressure. Theatre? Too taste-dependent—and you can’t talk. Opera? Overkill. A walk, maybe? No; nothing to draw attention to the fact that she was taller than me. Picnic? Yeah, in the middle of January.
I needed something relaxing, yet exciting. Something original, but not too threatening. Something incredibly cool that didn’t look as if I’d made too much of an effort. When the time came to call, I still hadn’t come up with anything. Oh well; she’d probably changed her mind about me anyway.
“Hi. It’s Andy. Did you, uh, still want to meet up some time?”
“I know it’s lame, but I’ve been hearing good things about this movie—you know, the one about the talking pig?”
“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.” Funny how films can be so much better the second time round.
Frankie let go of my hand and stood up to put on her coat. “There isn’t anywhere nice round here to go for a drink.” My heart sank a little. “But you can have one at mine if you like.” Aaaand rose again.
Frankie’s sports car zipped us to the offy. “Do you mind getting the wine? I just want to nip back and tidy up a bit. I’m round the corner, number 75.”
Five minutes later I knocked at the door. It opened instantly and Frankie hustled me in. Either she didn’t want anyone to see me, or she couldn’t wait to have me. Given what happened next, you could forgive me for making the latter assumption.
The next morning, I was woken by a shake at what seemed like the crack of dawn. Holding her finger to her mouth, Frankie dragged me out of bed, handed me my T-shirt and led me downstairs. I was too dazed to offer resistance. Then she bundled me into the living room, sat me on the sofa, left, and locked the door to the room behind her. There were some muffled thumps and clanks, and the front door slammed shut.
For the first couple of minutes, I sat there with an idiotic grin, replaying the events of the previous night. Then the present kicked in. What was going on? I got up and tried the door. Locked tight. The place was silent. Hm. Maybe this was some kind of kinky sex game.
After about 10 minutes, I rattled the door again. This was a piss-poor sex game. I was about to start yelling for help when there was a scrape at the front door, and Frankie appeared, looking sheepish. What was going on?
Frankie looked at the wall. “I, uh, had to take the kids to school.”
“The who to what?”
“The kids. To school.”
“You’re looking after someone else’s kids?” I still hadn’t fully woken up.
“No, they’re mine.”
“Wow. It’s cool that you’re bringing up your kids by yourself.”
“Hey, everyone has a nanny these days.”
“I don’t have a nanny. I have a husband. Who lives here.” The terror subsided only slightly when she continued: “He’s away on business.”
She wasn’t 27; she was 38. (But by God, she wore it well.) Her surname wasn’t Devereaux; at least, it hadn’t been for 10 years. She was married, to a successful record producer, with two beautiful boys, aged four and six.
She pointed out that she had never actually lied to me. I pointed out that she had however failed to impart some fairly important information. I’d always vowed that I would never sleep with a married woman, and now here I was, a homebreaker. I stormed out and ran to the bus stop.
And that should have been that.
But a few days later, we met to talk things over. She was rational and passionate and utterly adorable. He wasn’t back for a month, she said. She didn’t want to leave him—for the kids’ sake—but there was nothing stopping us having fun until he got back. Besides, the deed was done. Betrayal is betrayal. Is there really any difference between doing it once and doing it thirty times?
I was still angry with her, but I was more infatuated than ever. And it’s a terrible thing to admit even now, but the thought of being an adulterer—an adulterer!—was intoxicating.
The next month was most chaotic, hot-blooded, life-affirming, soul-destroying month of my life. It was as if we were trying to compress a 20-year relationship into four weeks. We saw each other at every opportunity—when the kids were at school, when the kids were staying with friends, when the kids were asleep. We fought like wildcats and fucked like rabbits. For my birthday, she bought me a lovely meal; for Valentine’s Day, I took her to a recital of Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet. She said “I love you” within a week. Two days later, I was at it.
Every time we met I invented a new justification. “It’s like they’re on a break,” I’d say to myself. “Just a break he doesn’t know about.” “Well, he had an affair. This is just evening things up.” Or “It’s only sex. No one’s getting hurt.”
As the month wore on and the end loomed closer, though, the thrill of transgression was gradually replaced by the dull ache of guilt. The fights became more vicious, the reconciliations less sweet. I was almost looking forward to the prospect of some peace and quiet.
The night before her husband’s return, we had sex for the last time. “How do you want me?” she asked huskily. I stroked her face. “I’d like to take you from behind.” As I made the necessary preparations, Frankie turned and kneeled over the sofa. She looked brazen, Amazonian, amazing. I grabbed her hips and entered her in one swift motion.
Sex between us had always been good, but this was mind-blowing. It was movie-of-the-week sex: arched backs, tossed hair, Prague Symphony Orchestra. And when I came, it was as if all my previous orgasms had been a rehearsal for this one. We kissed, and collapsed on the sofa in each other’s arms, panting and smiling.
Then I glanced down at my flaccid penis.
My naked, flaccid penis.
My thoughts went something like this: 1) You know, I could have sworn there was a condom on that penis when it went in. 2) There was. The sheer force of my ejaculation must have shot it off inside her. 3) Fuck, that’s impressive! 4) FUCK.
I told her. Frankie screamed and ran to the bathroom, and reappeared, looking flustered, a few minutes later. I offered to go with her to get the morning-after pill, but she refused. Would she be OK? “I’ll be fine.” But what if … ? “I’ll be fine.” Our parting that night was awkward, inconclusive, cold.
A few months later, the phone rang. It was Frankie. She sounded crackly. “I need to speak to you,” she said. “We’ve moved back to America.” She dropped some dark, cryptic hints, but didn’t explicitly say anything. When I asked what she was getting at, she bristled. “I can’t talk now. Call me next Thursday, 7.30pm your time. Then and only then. Here’s my number.” I scribbled it down on a Post-It note, and she put the phone down.
I spent the next five days in the grip of cold, dark dread. I knew what she was going to say. Didn’t I?
As it happened, the following Thursday was Mum’s birthday, and we were booked to see a West End show. It started at 8pm. I figured I could set out from Cricklewood at 7, nip out of a tube station en route, and call Frankie from a public phone. Everything was going according to plan until the tube was delayed in a tunnel. When we pulled in to Baker Street, my watch said 7.29.
I ran full pelt up the stairs and out of the exit and frantically scanned the street for a payphone. The first one was broken. The second one was occupied. But there, across the road, thank God, was a third. I sprinted into the cubicle and picked up the receiver.
My other hand went to my pocket to fetch the Post-It note. Then to the other pocket, then to my inside jacket pocket, then to my back pocket, then to all the pockets again in turn. Then I retraced my steps all the way to the tube platform. No good. No note. No number.
Frankie never called again.
It’s true that I didn’t want to make that call. I was 26. I didn’t want a child yet, especially not with a mercurial married woman pushing 40 whose husband was probably not beyond paying someone £10K to have me whacked. But this isn’t some bullshit I’ve made up to cover my cowardice. I genuinely intended to take responsibility for my actions, but with the loss of that note, I couldn’t.
What I could have done is track them down later. Obviously I’m curious; but is it my call to make? I still don’t know for sure if Frankie had my baby. Even if she did, I don’t know if she told her husband it was mine, or if they kept him, or her. I don’t even know if it was a boy or a girl.
The internet has so far failed to turn up Frankie, but I’ve found the husband on MySpace, and the two boys on Facebook. Should I contact them? I truly don’t know.
♥ Bellis & Baker discovered in 1990 that married women who have a lover are more likely to have intercourse with their lover at time of ovulation than with their husband. Since women are also more likely to have an orgasm with their lover than with their husband, and orgasms increase the chance of conception, a woman is more likely to conceive by her lover than by her husband even if she has sex with her husband more often.
DNA fingerprinting studies in North America suggest that around 10% of children are being raised by a man who is not their biological father. In similar tests in a block of flats in Liverpool in 1977, the figure was estimated to be as high as 30%.
♥ The mean fecundity of the average human adult female is 0.032. In other words, a fertile, normal woman has, on average, a one in 31 chance of falling pregnant from a single act of unprotected sex.
This was previously published on Womanology.
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Amazing Fact About the Negro No. 13: What happened to the “40 acres and a mule” that former slaves were promised?
We’ve all heard the story of the “40 acres and a mule” promise to former slaves. It’s a staple of black history lessons, and it’s the name of Spike Lee’s film company. The promise was the first systematic attempt to provide a form of reparations to newly freed slaves, and it was astonishingly radical for its time, proto-socialist in its implications. In fact, such a policy would be radical in any country today: the federal government’s massive confiscation of private property — some 400,000 acres — formerly owned by Confederate land owners, and its methodical redistribution to former black slaves. What most of us haven’t heard is that the idea really was generated by black leaders themselves.
Tired of hearing about Beyoncé? Too bad! Just as we’re getting over the Lip-Syncing-Scandal-That-Shouldn’t-Have-Been-a-Scandal-At-All after Beyoncé shut us up at a live press conference, it is now time to talk til we’re blue in the face about her upcoming Super Bowl Half-time performance this Sunday, Feb. 3.
There have been lots of whispers and rumors about what the show will include, and nobody seems to have a good handle on what’s going down. But we here at UPTOWN have an amazing behind-the-scenes connection, who has given us the scoop, and we love you enough to spill a little tea for you. Here’s what we know:
1. Beyoncé will be there. After the lip-syncing scandal that shouldn’t have been a scandal at all, there were rumors that Beyoncé would appear via pre-recorded hologram, since that’s apparently the type of thing she’s on these days. But our mole has assured us that yes, she will be there, and no, there will be no body-syncing.
2. Destiny’s Child will also be there. There’s been much speculation about Destiny’s Child performing at the Super Bowl for the first time in a month of Sundays. When asked about whether this was true, the red-headed stepchild Michelle Williams replied in the negative, saying that she’d be appearing in Fela! The Musical that day. But then the Fela! people were like, “Nuh uh, she don’t work here!” We initially thought she’d been fired on her day off, but our snitch confirmed that Destiny’s Child will be there. Michelle is scheduled to fall off the stage in the middle of the first number while Beyoncé and Kelly keep dancing. LeToya and Latavia will be there as well–Latavia will be babysitting Deréon, and LeToy will busy herself trying to remind people who she is.
3. Blue Ivy Will perform! You read that right! Saint Ivy will embark on her maiden voyage as an entertainer, performing a few songs from her debut album The BlueIvy Print. She’ll enter by parachuting down to the stage in a platinum, chinchilla-lined bassinet wearing baby Jordan heels and a leather fringe peplum onesie designed by Memaw Tina. Her set list–which we snagged a copy of–is as follows:
- “Can I Get A (Waah Waah)”
- “Bibs, Bibs, Bibs”
- “Single Babies (Put A Crib On It)”
- “Ain’t No Nipple”
4. A Presidential appearance. To close out the performance, President Barack Obama will come out at the end to lip sync Beyoncé’s “Who Run the World” as an added “eff you” for all the bellyaching you people did about her Inauguration anthem.
We can’t wait!
Forget about the latest parenting magazines and child rearing guides– Joe Jackson has a message for all.
The 84-year-old patriarch of the Jackson family appeared on CNN’s Piers Morgan Tonight earlier this week to discuss his initial reaction after hearing word of Michael Jackson‘s death, thoughts on MJ’s 2005 child sex abuse trial and his son’s legacy. But the juiciest soundbite of them all occurred when Joe defended his controversial parenting style.
In his eyes, parents today are just “too soft.”
“Yeah, they are too soft. One of the reasons I say that is because kids nowadays are killing their parents in some cases,” Joe said. “Let’s get into this ‘beating’ thing. There’s no such thing as ‘beating a kid.’ You whip them or punish them over something they did, and they will remember that. And they’ll remember it in such a way that they won’t do it again. That’s the way I was.”
Joe went on to explain that without his stern approach, we might’ve never known the Jackson family we love today.
“I had to be like that way because during those times, it was hard, and you have a lot of gangs there, you know, in the area where we were living,” he continued. “This was Gary, Indiana, and I had to make sure that they didn’t get in any type of trouble, and things of that sort. I’m glad I was tough, because look what I came out with. I came out with some kids that everybody loved all over the world. And they treated everybody right.”
Check out a clip of the interview where Joe opens up about having trouble getting to Michael in his final moments.
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The network has ordered 26 more episodes of the talented clan as they travel abroad to Italy for a little sisterly bonding. Yet, drama follows the group as Tamar begins to re-launch her solo singing career and personalities clash along the voyage.
Braxton Family Values will return March 14 at 9 p.m. ET on We tv.
Back here in the States, Toni has been promoting Lifetime’s new romance film Twist of Faith, starring David Julian Hirsh, in Los Angeles.
The Grammy Award winner will play Nina, a single mother and lead singer of a small gospel choir who helps make sense of an Orthodox Jewish Cantor and amateur songwriter’s unthinkable tragedy. Together, the pair make beautiful music and spark up an enchanted romance.
The film will premiere Saturday, Feb. 9 as part of Lifetime’s Black History Month celebration.
Check out both trailers below!
Clearly we live in an crazy world when tattoos, gold in your mouth and a nursery rhyme over a hot beat means you’ve reached the pinnacle of success.
Wednesday, Atlanta rapper Gucci Mane tweeted a pic of himself speaking at Georgia’s Crawford W. Long Middle School for their Career Day. While giving back to the community is never a bad thing, there comes a point when we all realize everyone who has a little bit of fame may not be in the position to be a role model for youth. Below are five reasons the “Freaky Girl” rapper might be the last person you’d want giving professional advice to students: