I don’t know why everybody is acting brand new. I’ve been saying it forever. I don’t care how much you bleach — if you were born black, your genes still say Black Man. Those kids might not be all white, true. Maybe their biological father comes from some dusty country with burkas, but definitely not descended from the bush like me and Michael and the rest of the Jacksons.
And Katherine Jackson is working hard to make sure we don’t find that out for sure.
…the youngest Braxton sister has quickly learned that life in the limelight has its share of challenges. After rumors began to swirl about the star bleaching her skin and getting plastic surgery, she responded to the theories during an interview with Bossip, ultimately revealing a skin condition.
I don’t know why y’all were so surprised that Janet allegedly slapped Paris. I don’t trust any grown-ass woman who whispers all the time. Obviously she is working through some things and could snap at any moment.
Aside from that though, she has some gangsta-like tendencies and she learned them from her momma.
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This is the only nice anonymous I’ve ever gotten. I have about 7 in my box right now calling me a cunt for making fun of Michael Jackson and Britney Spears.
A) It’s just the Internet. B) Why you so butthurt? I didn’t know you and MJ were friends like that. C) It was funny. Laugh, and get over it.
But on the real, it’s not just because Paris doesn’t look anything like either of her parents. I also don’t think he fathered those kids because he had extreme self-image issues. Vitiligo or not (I believe not, but whatever), he spent his whole life trying to be a white woman.
He’s not about to father actual children and run the risk of them coming out as black, nappy-headed, and big-nosed as he saw himself.
Thanks for your interest in my blog! Love you, mean it! But stop blowing up my inbox. That is twice this week. Y’all need to find something to do other than get your blood-pressure all outta whack for people that you have neither met nor will meet.