Sunday, January 8, 2017
I'm Baaaacckkk!
Hola, babies and Happy New Year!! It's been a looooonnnnngggg time since ya girl has posted and I am so glad to be back.
Many changes about since I last posted in 2014, and I wasn't sure if the person I am becoming was still interested in keeping the blog on the same path on which I had been heading. Hells yeah I still love pretty men and I will still have continue "Hot with a Chance of Sexy", because I owe it to y'all as well as myself. I am also still interested in my trivial celebrity gossip, but after 2016 shanked me in my Hollywood/entertainment heart by taking so many of my favorites, it will be hard to Hollywood love again soon. I might have to keep that on the calm down for a while.
What then will I talk about? I haven't quite figured that out, but I figure if I just start writing, then I will know it when I see it. As the sagacious Wayne Dyer said, "Believe it and you will see it."
I will be posting something, hopefully something that y'all will find interesting and entertaining, once a week.
Keep checking back and make 2017 your beautiful year!
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Friday, February 28, 2014
Devils with Pretty Faces: Darren Sharper
For those of you who
don’t know of Darren Sharper, he was a NFL safety who played professionally
for 14 years with the Green Bay Packers, Minnesota Vikings, and the New Orleans
Saints. His career included 5 Pro Bowls
and 2 trips to the Super Bowl- earning his first ring when the Saints beat the
Colts in Super Bowl XLIV in February 2010.
After retiring he worked as an analyst for WWL-TV in New Orleans before
leaving to work for the NFL network in the same capacity.
Sharper
has been in the news recently because he was arrested in Los Angeles on January
17th of this year and charged with two separate counts of sexual
assault. The alleged incidents occurred
in October of last year and January of this year. In the short time since his initial arrest,
it has come to light that Sharper has been implicated in a total of 8 assaults
in 5 states, including his California charges.
Details that have been released suggest that his modus operandi is to
meet women at bars/clubs, invite them to accompany him to another party venue,
and once they accept, he “stops” at his hotel room/ house, offers them a drink
spiked with Ambien, and once they are rendered unconscious, he assaults them.
At
his arraignment on February 20th, Sharper was formally charged with
two counts of rape by use of drugs, four counts of furnishing a controlled
substance and one count of possession of a controlled substance- all
felonies. The defendant pleaded not
guilty and the judge set bail at $1M dollars as well as banning Sharper from
nightclubs and forbade him from being alone with women.
For those of you who
have never seen Darren Sharper, he
is an exceptionally good looking man.
He’s 6”2, around 210 pounds, with a 1000 kilowatt smile, which he seemed
to perpetually flash from the sidelines and in front of the cameras. He always seems to be dressed to the nines,
dated beautiful and famous women, and I’ll bet he smells fabulous. The words “charming” and “likeable”
immediately spring to mind when you think of Darren Sharper. He helped rebuild houses ravaged by Katrina,
he was the star attendee at a football camp for women in Slidell, LA last year,
and in 2010 he wrote a short essay in a book called NFL Dads Dedicated to Daughters, which was a collaboration with a
violence prevention organization called “A Call to Men” whose mission is to
make the world safer for women.
Irony? I don’t think so.
I
am not a psychologist or an expert in sex crimes by any stretch of the
imagination, but I think that Darren Sharper is a psychopathic serial rapist
who boldly and arrogantly stood in front of the world, probably laughing at our
“stupidity”, while he fueled his rage against women. I believe that he intentionally aligned himself
with women’s issues to distance himself to possible scrutiny, but also to
create a cover in case he ever got
caught. He is not a stupid man. His whole M.O. is proof of that as it is a
sinister, methodical, well-devised plan:
Inviting the victims back to his hotel room or house, and having them
willingly agree to come is surely going to be the peanut butter in the
chocolate for his attorneys. I imagine that they are going to have a field day
with the victims by harping on the fact that these women “voluntarily went to the hotel room of this gorgeous, famous, wealthy
man after drinking with him at a bar? Really?”
Yes,
these victims might be guilty themselves of making the unfortunate choice of
leaving with him, but no one wants to be knocked unconscious and sexually
assaulted. One participant of the female
football camp said in an interview after hearing the charges against Sharper, "I saw the way the women were looking
at him, he could've had anyone of those girls. He's a triple threat -- pretty,
rich and talented." Rape and
sexual assault, we need to remember, aren’t crimes based upon sex and desire: They are attacks rooted in violence,
aggression, dominance, subjugation, and rage- forced sexual acts, and
fornication are the culmination of these assaults- and those are two very
different things.
But
in spite of what recent history has shown us, it is still very hard for many
people to want to associate heinous crimes to people who have entered our collective
and individual consciousness because of their talent, looks, wealth, or seeming
goodness- whether we know them casually or simply know of them. It’s very easy
for us to put people into compartments based on superficial or slight
knowledge- and in a sense, especially as we all routinely and often briefly encounter
so many people these days, we have to.
And when those people do something shocking or vile, it makes us
re-think and re-examine our whole system of judgment, which is very
difficult. So difficult that it is
easier to rationalize said person’s behavior, deny it, or attack the character
of the person making the accusation.
And
even though his defense team will probably say something like “he suffered
multiple concussions that affected his personality and behaviors”, or perhaps
they will say the problem is that of a pharmaceutical nature, I don’t believe
for a second that Darren Sharper just started these attacks at 37 years of
age. Psychopaths learn early how to mask
their darkness with brilliant lights of wit, charm, talent, and drive that draw
people to them, make people like them, and trust them. I shake my head when I
think about how many potential victims of his are out there that we will never
know about. I shudder to think of how easy and accessible victims could have
been for him given his NFL status and abundant travels. I almost cry when I think of the women out
there who were too afraid to come forward because they feared they wouldn’t be
believed, those who did come forward and weren’t believed, and particularly for
those who have no idea what this monster did because they didn’t regain
consciousness until after the fact.
I
know that in spite of what I have voiced, people are said to be innocent until
proven guilty. I also know that the
burden of proof rests with “the people” and sometimes that guilt can’t be
proven. That doesn’t mean that the
accused didn’t commit said crime. Even
if Darren Sharper somehow slithers through these charges in California, there
are still four other states looking at him. The mask that he has worn for so
long on the field, on television, and in our minds has been knocked askew and I
do not think it will ever be set right.
For those of you who
didn’t know of Darren Sharper, you do now. You probably also know people
like him and don’t even realize it. We
all do. We probably admire some athlete,
actor, singer, or poet and assume that because he can catch a ball or run fast,
bring tears to our eyes, hold a high note, or rhyme then he’s automatically a
moral or trustworthy person. We need to
remember that a person can be anyone he needs to be in the face of the
public. And usually, he will.
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Sunday, November 3, 2013
What the Week?! Ending 11/2/13
Kanye West (of Sanity) and Kim K are suing because their
private, intimate proposal at AT&T Park in SF in front of family and the crew
filming it all for their reality show was leaked online; thus besmirching the
sanctity of the hallowed occasion… oh lord, even my fingers are laughing at
that last line. Anyway, these 2 greedy,
soulless, megalomaniacs are mad because they won’t get as much money now from
the network that produces their PBS-esque “Keeping up with the Kardashians”
when that rat pail of a show comes back for another season. If you can reach down deep enough into your
soul to find the strength to give a shit, you can read the article here.
In other not-news news, Justin Bieber was “caught” coming
out of a whorehouse in Rio. I say
“caught” because his security team draped him in a bed sheet and “slipped” him
out- while allegedly spraying the paps with water. Either they wanted him to be seen or he has
the dumbest security/PR team ever known to celebs because last time I checked limo/Escalades,
burly body guards, and bed sheets draped over tiny elfish tweens don’t scream
“incognito”. Put on a hat, change your
shoes, put on a shirt to hide your tats, and lose the 30 man security team
outside the establishment. There. I just snuck Beibs out of a whorehouse. You can see this foolery here.
And finally, embattled Toronto Mayor Rob Ford has promised
to stop getting “hammered” in public. Even though Marion Berry 2.0 hasn’t
copped to smoking crack in the video where he is seen smoking crack, I like it
when politicians agree to stop getting snot slinging drunk and cruising city
hall in the early morning hours with open containers, swearing at their
aides. It’s responsibility. It’s self growth. Ford swears that not only will he not step
down, he will run again in the election next year. There is no tenacity like drunken tenacity, I
will give him that. You know he’s gonna
stick to that mantra until the daisy chain of prostitutes start scurrying out
of the alleys telling the rest of this sordid tale. And five will get you ten
that mess (or something like it) is coming. Click here for story.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013
What the Week?!
Hilarity decided to dress up for Halloween early this year, and it came as this video from a Kuwaiti soccer match. The referee made a call that the players didn’t agree with and forgetting all of their anti-bullying PSAs, decided to surround him and intimidate him into changing his mind. Unbeknownst to them, this referee has been dreaming of this moment since he picked up a whistle and put on that yellow shirt - bitch was ready.
Also, Chris Brown was arrested and charged with felony
assault early Sunday morning in DC. In
other shocking celebrity news, Miley Cyrus stuck out her tongue. As though the world didn’t already know what
a douche he is, Brown kicked it up a cheesy notch by reportedly saying to the
assault victim before hitting him, “I’m not down with that gay shit, I feel
like boxing.” I hope he remembers to
tell that to his cellmate when he finally meets up with a judge who ain’t
afraid to snatch the get- out- of- jail- free card that keeps magically appearing every
time he goes to court.
http://www.tmz.com/2013/10/27/chris-brown-arrested-felony-assault-washington-dc/
http://www.tmz.com/2013/10/27/chris-brown-arrested-felony-assault-washington-dc/
And finally, I saw this and it just made me smile. No one famous, nothing salacious- just a dude cuttin' up at work, showing off some mad dancing skills that you know he perfected in the 80s and has been waiting to show off to the "youngsters" because "twerkin' ain't got shit on this old school style".
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Sunday, October 20, 2013
Marcus What (the Schekenburg) Happened?
Marcus Schekenburg does more before 9AM than I have done my whole life. Seriously, dude is a model, author, actor, singer, polyglot who speaks 5 languages, product endorser, & TV character-inspirer (supposedly he was the basis for Smith Jerrod on Sex in the City)- so I am not trying to front or hate (you know with that preface some shit is gonna be flushing out of my mouth now) but what happened to him?
He's not a monster- it's not like he has "Rourked" his face- but he just looks so different than his glory days of the 90s. We all age and sometimes life goes in on us, so it's not graceful- I get that. But this doesn't even look like the same person.
I guess the problem is that his body was so shredded, his mane of hair just begged to knotted in a bitch's hand, and his face was so gorgeous you weren't sure whether to thank his parents or slap them for hoggin' all the pretty genes. And no one can maintain that level of beauty for long, especially not if you want to accomplish half of the other things he has in life.
He's not a monster- it's not like he has "Rourked" his face- but he just looks so different than his glory days of the 90s. We all age and sometimes life goes in on us, so it's not graceful- I get that. But this doesn't even look like the same person.
I guess the problem is that his body was so shredded, his mane of hair just begged to knotted in a bitch's hand, and his face was so gorgeous you weren't sure whether to thank his parents or slap them for hoggin' all the pretty genes. And no one can maintain that level of beauty for long, especially not if you want to accomplish half of the other things he has in life.
Instead of being a dick about the normal looking man he has become, or celebrating the dude who left me with a lifetime of delicious visuals from the 90s, I am gonna give this cat big ups for doing himself a solid and being smart enough to have 10,000 back ups after modeling stopped paying the bills.
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Sunday, October 13, 2013
Hunnam Throws Shade at 50 Shades
I just saw that Charlie Hunnam has dropped out of the cast of 50 Shades of Lame. In other shocking news, the sun rose in the east this morning. First off, Charlie had to realize that he wasn't a great choice as Christian Grey if E.L. James originally wanted that "twipire" (Robert Pattinson) to play him- that's like ordering an Appletini and getting a double shot of whiskey in a kinda dirty glass. Secondly, Hunnam probably actually picked up the book for the first time, read some of that drivel, and decided that they weren't paying him enough to sell his thespian soul. And finally, can you imagine the shit that kid would have taken walking onto the set of Sons of Anarchy if they were still shooting when that movie was released? I'm sure he did and when he combined that with the thought of winning his first Razzie, he called E.L. James directly and (without even identifying himself) just said, "Bye, bitch."
Unfortunately he wouldn't have looked like this in the movie anyway, so enjoy the hot.
Unfortunately he wouldn't have looked like this in the movie anyway, so enjoy the hot.
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Sunday, October 6, 2013
Hot with a Chance of Sexy: Greg Wise
At this time last Saturday, I didn't even know that Greg Wise existed. Now 128 hours later, I am completely in love with this man's face and I cannot stop looking at him. I don't know anything about him except he's a 47-year-old actor (5/15/66; Taurus/Horse), he's married to Emma Thompson, and he has beautiful eyes like Colin Farrell.
I know it's ridiculous to attribute traits of one man to another just because he has the same beautiful, shining, deeper than Lake Baikal eyes- but I can't help myself: Something about those eyes just reach into my spirit and touch my soul. Those eyes are such a dichotomy in their innocent sagacity and their solemn gaiety- they seem as though they have seen everything of all times, but still love the newness of each sunrise.
See? This is how bitches get hatchets in their skulls: Thinking that a dude will be nice because he looks like someone from your past who was nice. Or like some movie star that you wanna have sex with. If I were murdered and they were able to find enough of my body to cremate me, my relatives could tell the cops and then etch into my urn, "He probably had eyes like Colin Farrell."
To find out more about Greg, you can check out his Wikipedia page, or for a more fun, salacious story, you can read about him meeting Emma, the ensuing love triangle, and a white witch here.
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