Showing posts with label Beyonce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beyonce. Show all posts

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Foot-In-Mouth Disease

Well, he’s done it again.

Part of me wants to believe that it’s just a character he’s playing; that he’s taken a page out his in-laws’ book about no publicity being bad publicity and that as long as they’re talking about you it doesn’t matter what they’re saying.

Unfortunately, I think it’s more likely that he’s just a narcissistic asspunk.

I am referring, of course, to the King of Klowns himself, Kanye West.

It wasn’t too long ago that we were discussing Kanye’s messiah-like moment at one of his concerts; the one where he commanded a wheelchair-bound fella to rise. It didn’t work, of course, because contrary to what he legitimately seems to think, he’s not God.

Unfortunately, the concert debacle wasn’t his first display of diva-like behavior and, judging from his conduct at the Grammy Awards last Sunday, it also wasn’t his last.

But before we get into the details, let’s first take a trip down memory lane, shall we? The year was 2009. The scene of the crime: the MTV Video Music Awards.

It was here that Kanye had his “Imma let you finish” moment after grabbing the microphone away from Taylor Swift as she was accepting her award for Best Female Video, and proclaiming that Beyoncé had in fact had the best video of all time, ever, in the history of music videos, and had been robbed.


Listen, you know I don’t like Taylor Swift. The fact that she’s winning awards for anything other than “Worst Live Performer” and “Most Juvenile Lyrics Written & Sung by an Adult” gives me heartburn. But even I think his little outburst was uncalled for. That was her moment – an arguably undeserved moment, granted – but her moment just the same. He just came off looking like the fool that he is and Taylor came out smelling even more like roses. This, incidentally, is another reason I hate him. Anyone who forces me to defend Taylor Swift clearly sucks at life.

Anyway, you would think that after all the backlash that Kanye got for disrespecting America’s favorite nightmare dressed like a daydream, he may have learned to tone it down – at least a little. After all, since that fateful night in 2009, he has added two new women to his life: a daughter and a wife - neither of whom, by the way, is Beyoncé. It would stand to reason, then, that his priorities have shifted and that he no longer feels the same creepy loyalty to Her Bootyliciousness or her music. Right?

Wrong.

Apparently reason has no place in any discussion concerning Kanye West.

Sunday night at the Grammys, Kanye proved yet again just how klassless he really is. As Beck, a singer/songwriter/player of instruments (read: real musician) accepted his award for Album of the Year – an award that Beyoncé was also nominated for – Kanye left his seat and made a move for the podium. He stopped midway up the stage stairs, smirked, and went back to his seat, effectively making the whole thing about himself – again – despite the fact that he didn’t verbally interrupt Beck’s acceptance speech.



It was rude, but people seemed to give Kanye a pass, laughing it off as him being ironic after the Taylor Swift disaster. Sure, he stole the spotlight from Beck, but at least he can laugh at himself.

What people apparently forgot is that Kanye West doesn’t have a sense of humor. About anything. Especially himself.

This fact became painfully clear as he continued to word vomit his way through the rest of the evening, saying things like: "I just know that the Grammys, if they want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us. We ain't going to play with them no more…Beck needs to respect artistry, and he should have given his award to Beyoncé."

Let’s just examine this statement for a second, shall we?

First, does anyone else find it ironic that he essentially refers to himself as a “real artist” while at the same time effectively dismissing Beck and his abilities? I’m not a huge Beck fan, but I can appreciate that he has musical ability; unfortunately for him, he has no “artistry” – at least according to His Majassty. I guess being able to write and play music is much less important than, say, having shiny costumes and backup dancers.

Even later, when given a chance to reevaluate or amend his original statement, he didn’t. He instead chose to double down on the comment saying, “Beck knows that Beyoncé should have won... Come on man, I love Beck, but he ain't have album of the year."

Does his idiocy truly know no bounds?

And can we please just talk for a minute about this man’s fascination with Beyoncé? If I were his wife (which, praise the Lord, I’m not), I would feel slightly uncomfortable with, and disrespected by, his blind adoration for another woman. Do you think Kanye knows he’s not married to Beyoncé, or do you think in his alternate reality – the one where he’s a supreme musician who can heal the crippled and walk on water – he and the Destiny Child’s singer are in fact living in marital bliss?

Either way, and for so very many reasons, I’m eternally grateful that I’m not married to this man.


If this is what wedded bliss looks like, I think I'll pass.

To be fair, he didn’t spend the entire interview talking about Beyoncé. He also gave himself a few shout outs, calling attention to the fact that he had, by age 36, won more  Grammys than any other 36-year-old, ever, in the history of 36-year-olds.

Ironically, this last little tidbit sort of proved his original point.

If Kanye West can somehow manage to snag himself a Grammy – or 20 – then this proves, almost unequivocally, that Grammy voters truly are totally oblivious to what real talent is and will pretty much give the award to anyone. 

Sunday, June 16, 2013

An Open Letter to Blue Ivy Carter

Dear Blue Ivy,

So... the day we all knew was coming is finally here.  And on father's day eve.  That's going to be one story that is never gonna get old, huh?  Oy.

We know what you're thinking.  It's going to be a long rest of your life being forced to be BFFs with little-name-yet-unannounced-baby-girl-Kimye.  It must be ringing in your ears "forever-ever-ever-ever".

On behalf of us here at ATG, we are truly sorry for you but there is a silver lining.

"But how is this possible?" you ask.  "I've been whining at Daddy J and Momma B for months!"

Well, Blue... we aren't particularly proud of this little life lesson.  In every girl's life you, on occasion, need a friend whose mere existance serves to make you feel better about yourself.  The at-least-I'm-not- her friend.  Our advice?  Let baby Klassy Kardashian-West be that friend.  It will be good for you.

Feeling a little down?  Don't worry.  Call up Klassy for an instant ego boost.  Let us examine the top five reasons:

Klassy's mom, hard at work.
1.  This is Klassy's mother.  A reality tv star- an oxymoron, no?  And her mother is two weeks away from being Weight Watchers/Jenny Craig/Slimfast/liposuction's newest paid celebrity endorser.  Kinda a far cry from your mother- a songstress, fashion designer, and spokes model.





A Google search of Kanye West Ridiculous Outfit broke the internet. 
2.  This is Klassy's father.  He has a messiah complex and refers to himself as Yeezus- aye Dios.  Not exactly the same as your father- a rapper, self-made man, co-owner of the Brooklyn Nets, and future sports agent.





Quick!  Kim and Kanye- start hawking a facial hair remover for babies.  Call it Klean-Up for Kidz!
3.  Her parents will sell her baby pictures to a tabloid for millions.  Your parents quietly released a few snaps via tumblr.





Not Klassy's Father.
4.  Both of little Klassy's parents have sex tapes.  We don't want to ruin your innocence but you know what happens in your diaper after too much apple juice?  In Aunty Kim's tape, she was the diaper.





Again, not Klassy's father.
5.  Your parents were married to each other at the time of your conception.  Klassy's mom was married to another man... no not the man in the sex tape.  A man she married to boost the ratings on her reality tv show... that last sentence is going to buy more than one shrink a Maybach.  

And just remember... at least Kim and Yeezus had a girl.   Because if it has been a boy, her low-rent, social climbing parents would have arranged a marriage faster than you could say dowry.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH WORSE.

Love,

The Girls at ATG

P.S.  We hear your parents pay $1 million a month for your nannies.  Call us.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013: Year the Celebrity Baby is Officially Over

We here at ATG are officially calling it. Celebrity babies are sooooooooo last year.  Why? Literally everyone who is anyone has an accessor-baby.  Evidence: Kim Kardashian (or Kimpee as I like to call her).

I wonder how Kimpee will broach the topic of ratings-based marriage and urination-based sex tapes with her little bundle of joy?

 And what is her first post-expecting news outfit of choice? A spiderweb so skimpy the spider would starve to death. Real klassy, Kimpee.

This woman is going to be influencing the decisions of a little one.
Oh, and good news! We can look forward to even more sluternity wear in the future because Kimpee isn't experiencing any morning sickness. Perhaps she can trade tips with the Vomity Duchess???  And the Vomity Duchess can give Kimpee tips on how to let her family design a line of baby products based on the famous father of their future grandchild.  I see a new set of trans-Atlantic besties!

I think it's high time to admit that the Kimye's offspring, sometimes referred to as the Kash Kow, is just a down-market version of Jayonce's adorable bundle of joy, Blue Ivy.  The Kash Kow is the Designer Imposter version of rapper baby.   I feel sorry for Beyonce.  She's going to have to endure years of play dates between BI and KK.  Don't worry B.  We're all sighing with you.