Yay! I get to mention Beyonce in this week’s post because we’re talking about…
Jay-Z and Beyonce in Cuba
Jay and Bey simply cannot catch a break. The couple recently vacationed in Cuba to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. But they immediately came under fire from legislators (and the general public) who questioned how and why they were able to visit a country the U.S. restricts its citizens from traveling to. Rather than release a statement, Jay-Z released a new song, "Open Letter," to tackle criticisms. I wouldn’t have it any other way. (The video, above, features the clean version of the song, with the unedited version available on YouTube.) Everyone was talking about the song following its release — even White House representatives, who issued a formal response.
Sometimes, you wonder what is going through a person's mind at any given time. After seeing what happened in Arizona the other night, that's exactly what I wondering about the dude below:
First of all, I don't know if he is actually that girl's boyfriend, he could be her husband, sister, cousin or mortal enemy, all I know is that he is in for a world of shame and humiliation. Either she is going to leave and never talk to him again, or she will hold it over his head for the rest of his life. No win situation. Not to mention he has been featured on countless local and national news stations, blogs and all over social media as the "worst boyfriend ever". He better do everything he can to make it up to her, because he will struggle to get a date after this one.
This happened a few weeks ago and comes in a close second on the worst boyfriend scale. That dude just does not like to share his ice cream.
Big thank you to former NBA player turned analyst Chris Webber for breaking down the action, he sums everything up perfectly. She had the last laugh anyway, Blue Bell ice cream just recently gave her a year's supply of ice cream.
Which do you think is worse: letting your girlfriend get hit in the face with a baseball or selfishly not sharing your ice cream?
(Thanks to TheBloodyOwl for the GIF)
Earlier this week, Beyonce and her 1-year-old daughter, Blue Ivy, were spotted in Brooklyn. In case you were wondering, yes, Blue Ivy is as adorable as you’d imagine her to be. But she's also intelligent. Beyonce told Oprah that Blue Ivy was "very smart" and already reading flashcards.
With an R&B queen for a mom and a rap mogul for a dad, Blue Ivy will likely go on to do amazing things. Toss in the fact that she’s a 1-year-old that can read and she’ll probably take over the world. Is it weird to consider what a celebrity baby might someday grow up and do with her life? Probably. But oh well, here are some careers baby Blue Ivy might someday consider:
Obviously musical talent runs in the family, so she may want to dabble in the careers her mom and dad did. It’s not weird for kids to sometimes follow in their parents’ footsteps. If she’s lucky, her musical genius will come from both her mom and her dad, so not only would bring a room to tears with just her voice, but she could also rhyme circles around rappers in her generation. Like Kanye’s baby. Just kidding, they would totally collaborate, and then no one would ever be able to make music again because the pinnacle of music will have been reached.
My name’s Crystal, and I’m a Tumblr addict. I love Tumblr because at any given time I can find amazing illustrations, comics, and news items not covered by the mainstream media juxtaposed between gratuitous pictures of food and an adorable video of puppies.
There are tons of Tumblrs out there now, some that I’ve already written about in a post a few weeks back. Here are a few of the blogs I follow and love.
Garfield Minus Garfield
I loved Garfield comics as a kid, although it didn’t do much to foster my love for actual cats (sorry, cat lovers). But I’d all but forgotten about Garfield as I grew up. Garfield Minus Garfield takes old Garfield comic strips and Photoshops the lasagna-obsessed cat — and his thoughts — out of it "in order to reveal the existential angst of a certain young Mr. Jon Arbuckle" (according to the creators). Jon was probably the least interesting character in the strip. Like, less interesting than the spiders Garfield would try to kill. But without the other characters, Jon is the star, and it brings up a question I’ve always wondered: is Jon crazy? Seriously, guys, is he, or can he actually talk to and understand his cat? And if he could talk to and understand his cat, is he crazy anyway? Some of the strips are pretty funny without Garfield, while others are a little sad, but either way, I find it pretty interesting.
Let me start by saying I’m a massive fan of bubblegum pop music. A few days ago, I admitted to my co-workers that I got tickets to see the Backstreet Boys for Christmas, and that I was un-ironically excited to attend the show. (I went, by the way, and IT WAS AWESOME.) I effectively obliterated whatever “cool” points I’d amassed (none) in my unabashed love for awful pop songs.
That said, I’ve never gotten on the Taylor Swift train. Like, ever.
At least not until her latest two singles. But I’m so in love with "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" and "Trouble" that I just went ahead and bought her latest album. Millions of others can’t be wrong, right?
Regardless of how you feel about "Red," it’s shattered records for album sales, garnered the star a boatload of money, is one of the hottest concert tours, and, yes, falls victim to some awesomely-bad pop lyric tropes.
To be fair, pop music is never intended to actually be deep. It’s supposed to be fun! It’s that in being fun, half the time the song lyrics are nonsense, and the other half of the time they’re embarrassingly bad. But the good kind of bad. Let’s start with a few from country queen Taylor, shall we?
The lyric: Loving him was red/Yeah, yeah, red/We're burning red/And that's why he's spinnin' 'round in my head/Comes back to me, burning red/Yeah, yeah/His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
The verdict: Taylor will not be winning awards for her metaphors anytime soon.