How ironic is it that I couldn’t find a thing to wear throughout the week?
They tried to make her go to the Grammys and she said, well, something kinda unintelligible.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, here comes Mariah with her titties out, all breathless and moaning.
Looking for a new scent-sation for fall?
Read on to see how I tackled things with alarming sobriety…I mean bad breath.
In the latest issue of Q magazine, Avril Lavigne submitted an inane list of her “Ten Commandments.”
He’s a rapper, a label head, a man with a hard-line manifesto.
In the immortal words of Sam Fox, it’s hard to keep a good woman down, but, then again, maybe that could be fun!
I dare you to tell Rahzel Brown that beatboxing is a thing of the past.
Like almost every Tori Amos album, there’s a wealth of mythology behind The Beekeeper.
Ashanti’s Christmas isn’t what you’d expect from multi-platinum-selling royalty.
Let’s get down to the nitty grit-tay.
No, Ashanti can’t sing.
The film is more Divine Secrets of the Blue Crush Sisterhood than Powerpuff Surfgirls.
Is Will or Marcus the film’s titular boy? Such nuance.
Destiny’s Child is the latest R&B act to offer up a Christmas album tweaked for today’s urban fanbase.
My gay dad is gonna love this.
More classic-sounding tunes like the jazzy “Snowflakes of Love,” based on an instrumental composed by Issac Hayes, lift the collection’s spirit.