Hear/Say

I like my share of salaciousness. Mariah Carey “Touch My Body” is fantastic. Not so much “Rude Boy” by Rihanna; the lyrics are so obviously graphic you don’t really need any imagination to relish the sexual nature of this carnal venture:

Tonight I’ma give it to ya harder
Tonight I’ma turn ya body out
Relax; let me do it how I wanna
If you got it I need it and I’ma put it down
Buckle up; I’ma give it to ya stronger
Hands up; we could go a little longer
Tonight I’ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby

Never really thought of myself as a prude. Maybe I’m over-sensitive, but I feel like it’s distasteful in light of the violence Ri-ri has experienced (and it definitely encourages the typical masculine-violently-sexual nature of American male identity today). Not to vie for censorship, but the song is really in bad taste.

Today, the leathery orange hide of a Miz Lohan epitomizes the nastiness of sex, drugs, and party animalism. She is the story of wholesomeness turned to ash… cigarette ash… stumbling on Egotastic!’s gallery of her Muse magazine photoshoot, can she get any more repulsive? Having a cig while you’re being screwed? Why don’t you file your nails while you’re at it? And is that an extremely rare steak to her right?

NSFW…

is that her nipple sans areola, or just a nipply wart?

Menthol Mondays?

Rapist face

QT no' mo'

IT is a play; it is a tragedy. And she could have been great.

Graceee