Thank you, Jeanine Pirro!!!!!!!!!!

So the b*tch is still demanding an apology?

Tiger Woods had his press conference... didn't watch it, though.

The media pundits watched and analyzed his performance... didn't bother to watch that, either, although, yet again, Gloria Allred had her @$$ parked on Issues with Jane Velez-Mitchell, fuming that Tiger didn't offer her pornstar (oops... former pornstar) client a public apology. Because, as Allred added, Tiger made promises to her and exposed her to diseases, given that he was banging other women at the same time.

Ha!

And she said that Tiger implored her to get out of the porn business.

The b@$terd!! Because he wanted to be the only one in the arrangement teeming with VD from questionable, shady sex partners.

Seriously, Allred needs to give it up because this woman, nor any other of the jump ups deserve an apology. All of them could've refused his advances; all of them could've refused to have unprotected sex with him; and all of them could have camel it instead of allowing him to take refuge between their thighs.

Personally, I think that this demand for an apology smacks of racism. From the beginning of time, those with the gold made the rules. And conveniently, when people of color started making comparable coin, they were subject to stricter expectations simply because the source of wealth came from the majority population. But when members of the majority population make mistakes or flat disrespect both fellow members of their race and members of racial minorities, they are not called upon to apologize. But when a wealthy man of color humiliates a bunch of willing, desperate White women, or rather, scoop up what many other broke, yet observant men would scoop up with little monetary investment, the world has to stop because, now, the flowery integrity of womanhood has been insulted.

Please.

People teach others how to treat them... a lesson that every woman has to learn. And just because some of these broads were pushing 30 or were mothers don't preclude them from being morons.

Personally, I hope Tiger continues to not apologize to these women because they do have a lion's share of responsibility for being humiliated. Just say no, b*tches.

And on that note, I hope Allred's attempts at justifying how Tiger ruined her client's chances of getting 'facials' on camera from random porn dudes, continues. Because I suspect that if it does, her rationalizations will become as convoluted as this woman's:



Edina Monsoon... another unexpected sage.

Apologizing to the jump offs? FCUK THAT

While channel-surfing during a commercial break for En Nombre Del Amor, I switched over to HLN's Issues With Jane Velez-Mitchell.

Apparently, Tiger will be issuing a public apology. Apparently, it will take place on Friday. And apparently, the press will not get a chance to put their oar in, meaning no Q & As. And apparently, Gloria Allred, the loudmouth attorney for several of the loudmouthed whores, expect Tiger to give a public apology to them.

Are you fcuking kidding me?

Grown @$$ women who knew that Tiger was married and proceeded to text him, sext him and fcuk him and they think they deserve an apology because he made the usual promises that cheaters make to their jump offs? Or maybe they want an apology because he obliged a large number of like-minded spotlight seeking, yet limited talented skanks who thought the closest they could get to greatness was by getting on their knees? Getting getting on your knees is much easier than cultivating one's own talent, working and sweating for it, and dealing with the disappointments along the way.

Oh, no... it's just easier getting on your knees. And thanks to Gloria Allred, she makes getting down on all fours all the more easy.

They don't deserve an apology, Allred. If anything, those whores need to give some apologies. To Elin. To Tiger's daughter, Sam. To Tiger's son, Charlie. To Elin's sister and mother. To whomever they were sleeping with while they were letting Tiger ride them bareback. To their children because some of them were mothers. To their employers because their private behavior, which they enthusiastically made public, cast a shadow on their reputations. And mostly, they need to apologize to Tiger because if they exercised any self-control on their part, neither he or they would be in the jam that they are in now.

Seriously... is this the kind of feminism Allred is pushing now - a woman fcuks up and makes the wrong decision and the dude is solely responsible for it? Come on... these b*tches knew what they were doing; they need to take responsibility for themselves, period. And sadly, responsibility doesn't come in the form of payouts, hence Allred working so hard to convince the American public that these women are victims.

Fcuk that!

Plagiarism doesn't get you fired... it can get you to quit, though

I can't believe that I missed out on this story. Maybe I should blame my current telenovela binging. But then again, I watch the usual infotainment shows like Inside Edition, Entertainment Tonight, Insider and numerous HLN programs, and yet, I have to depend on CNN's Reliable Sources to report on Gerald Posner's recent resignation from The Daily Beast.

Mind you, I am not a regular follower of The Daily Beast. And I didn't necessarily have an opinion on Gerald Posner, although I did notice that he was seemingly all over HLN, MSNBC, Hollywood 411, and other infotainment shows adding to the already muddied waters associated with Michael Jackson's death. I will say that I was getting pretty annoyed with seeing his face damn near every single day since June 25th. And the introductions the show hosts would give him... hyperbolic, much? Especially given that some of the information he gave was eventually discounted.

At any rate, he's getting his @$$ chewed out, right now, but you know it won't last. Over the last few years, journalists who committed huge boners continue to get TV gigs with very little mention of their tendency to get their facts wrong. Sure, people can make mistakes (that's why pencils have erasers... blah, blah, blah) but the infinite number of chances doesn't make sense, especially when news agencies refuse to dig deeper before hiring and rehiring these people. Honestly, is it really fair to give Posner a hard time for lifting copy from the Miami Herald when the majority of Diane Dimond's investigative repertoire for Entertainment Tonight consists of standing on easements outside of court houses and private residents and repeating headlines featured on the cover of the National Enquirer?

Plagiarism should be taken seriously, but so should flagrant lying and showboating. Because like Posner, many like Nancy Grace, Jane Velez-Mitchell Lisa Bloom, Chris Jacobs, Robin Sax, etc. have legal backgrounds, not necessarily journalistic backgrounds and yet, there are placed in a position of 'reporting' when they are used to giving analysis. Analysis and interpretation have their place, but if you are placed in a position that implies that you are responsible for delivering facts, the line continues to get muddied. Add to it the tendency to be pro-prosecution and the concept of balanced reporting flies out of the window.

Unfortunately, the large media outlets will continue to hire these questionable people with plump resumes for the sake of expediency. Look for Posner to take root in a high profile 24/7 news outlet very soon.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Ahhh... if only romantic love was as pure and beautiful as this:

To fellow MJ fans... a word

For months, I've lurked on various MJ fan sites/discussion boards in the hope of hastening the mourning process and for the most part, doing this was helpful. However, I have come across pockets of fans who are overzealous in their appreciation of MJ's contributions to their lives. They come off as overly sensitive and possessive and worse, they think that their 'taking up for Michael' is some sort of divine mission - not an exaggeration, given that some have made him into some sort of deity.

Michael Jackson wasn't a deity. He was a man. A very special man, but a man. And yes, I have on, more than a few occasions, engaged in overindulgent behavior when it comes to this man; however, I haven't forgotten about the gift that this man bestowed on me and numerous others: the ability to be receptive to new experiences.

It is very hard to remain receptive in the current world, because you are constantly assailed with vindictiveness, mediocrity, and outright pantload, but it is a battle worth waging. Mercifully, a little part of me held on to receptiveness, despite Mary Hart and Entertainment Tonight's infiltration of the We Are the World 25 Haiti recording. Thanks to the bad editing and Mary Hart's posturing, I was fully prepared to hate the update. How thoroughly wrong I would've been.

First of all, for me, nothing will ever overshadow the original version of We Are the World. I loved that song so much, I even bought the full length LP, which feature other artists like Steve Perry, Prince, Tina Turner and Bruce Springsteen. I remember singing it, along with my classmates, in music class. That original version is entrenched inside of me; however, I would be lying if I didn't say that I am feeling the updated version, especially the new material featuring rappers/hip hop artists. Initially, I thought, along with many, that Lionel Richie and Quincy Jones were posturing when they implied that MJ would be on board with this version, but I honestly think that they were right. MJ was many things, but mostly, he was a collaborator. He fed on the creative energies of others, especially the 'others' who were, seemingly, outside of his comfort zone.

Did the new version have big-marquee names like the original version? No. Has something like this been done before? No. But thinking back on the other charity singles like Do They Know It's Christmas? or Hands Across America, or Voices that Care or even the hip hop charity/public awareness projects like Self Destruction or We're All In the Same Gang, We Are the World seems to be the only single that withstood the test of time and can be improved upon without the threat of destroying it's original integrity.

No, it's not mandatory for fans to embrace the updated version, but for pete's sake, don't use your reticence to manipulate MJ's actual legacy. MJ was not Norma Desmond, folks - so desperate to cling onto past glories that they became distorted to grotesque proportions.

He was a man who wrote a pretty good song, which clearly, still has a life of its own. Wouldn't that make MJ happy?

Relatively overdue post... but here's my excuse

The thing is... I get caught up. Not in anything that's especially pressing like family or work matters.

I simply go through phases that come on every few years and apparently, this year... it's back.

My irrational fixation on telenovelas, courtesy of Univision.

It started back in 2000(?) when I got caught up with Carita del Angel and later Abrazame Muy Fuerte, which is, to date, my all-time favorite telenovela. Federico Rivera and Racquela... probably my favorite telenovela villains/heavies. But Carlota from my current fixation, En Nombre Del Amor, is gaining.

I readily admit that I didn't watch En Nombre from the beginning. Hell, that's my usual methodology when it comes to telenovelas. I'm usually channel-surfing and a visual grabs my attention, whether it's a confrontation or oddball comic relief character, or maybe it's a snippet of the telenovela's theme song. Usually, it's the theme song that pulls me in. That's certainly true with En Nombre Del Amor. Here's an early version of the opening credits (it ends abruptly as all telenovela opening credits seem to do) :



The opening tells you everything you need to know - this show will be top-heavy with love triangles, teenaged/young adult and middle-aged angst, and that the severe-looking green-eyed woman with be the very devil to anyone who crosses her path.

That's Carlota, by the way. Very severe hair and and her make-up palate is very frosty in nature. I can't help thinking that if someone would've bumped her hair and offered her a better, more warm color selection, she would've been in a better mood. I have to say, though, she looked exactly how I felt after my hairdresser decided to give me a Pineapple Scrunchy. Couple that with the rampant stinger/musical cue, even an non-Spanish speaker like myself can understand that Carlota is no kinda good.

The actress - Leticia Calderon - apparently, this is her first foray into being a villain and I have to say, she's doing a very good job. This week, she bumped off (or tried to) a doctor (I think), but according to wiki, a lot of characters lost their lives at her hands. I did, however, see that she was responsible for bumping off Victoria Ruffo's character via flashback. Ruffo's Macarena (yes, like the dance craze) met her end months ago, at the hands of sister Carlota, due to Carlota's obsession with Macarena's long ago secret love, Cristobel, who was a priest, and the result of Macarena and Cristobel's tryst, Paloma, who was, apparently, adopted by a rich family. Anyway, Paloma found about her link to Macarena, but soon after, Macarena bit it. And Carlota been doing everything to get complete control over Paloma by blocking anything that could bring Paloma independence and sustained romantic happiness.

Apparently, this telenovela is due to end around March 5th, so a lot of $h*t is due to hit the fan. Already, Emilliano, Paloma's true heart's desire, found out that Romina, the chick he had to marry because he thought she was pregnant with his kid, has been screwing around with one of his friends. Romina, who was Paloma's friend, knew that her boyfriend and best friend had some sparks between them, but she had to be stubborn about things and eventually manipulative, even seeking counsel from Carlota. Clearly, Romina belongs with the dude she's been screwing with, but it will take some time for her to figure it out.

Another telenovela caught my attention. Actually, it's the reason my schedule has been thrown off. Recently, Univision added Hasta Que El Dinero Nos Separe to their primetime line-up resulting in En Nombre being pushed up an hour. Hasta Que El Dinero Nos Separe has a much different tone than En Nombre. It's definitely lighter and funnier in many ways. And I've definitely taken a shine to Rafaell. He comes across as a good-natured soul, caught between a rock and a dragonlady, in the form of Alexandra. Mind you, she has cause for being salty; Rafael is the reason why she's in a neck brace and on crutches. Eventually, Rafael and Alexandra will end up together, but right now they're grappling with Bellamys in the form of a batshit crazy girlfriend with an overly protective father and his toadies, and a mustached cheating fiance. Still, the opening credits and theme song got me:

Frances Reid... gone

She was 95 years old, so the thought of her having a long life is somewhat comforting. However, I found out about her passing at the hands of an incompetent morning show female DJ who didn't have the decency to know her name.

HER NAME WAS FRANCES REID, DIP$H!T!!!!!

And while it is easy to assume that the DJ in question never watched Days of Our Lives, any soap fan would, or rather, should know the name Frances Reid. She portrayed one half of one of daytime's most indelible soap couples: Alice Horton.

I remember back in the 80s when I dared to switch from CBS to NBC. It was the summer and I was on summer vacation. Reid's Alice Horton was one of the first friendly faces that greeted me. Naturally, there were others like Anna DiMera, Marlena, Calliope, Liz, but Alice Horton was the one who jumped out the most. Such a lovely, welcoming, and at times scrappy presence in the sea of youthful blondes angling for screen time.

And she made homemade donuts... a lot. Who does that except Alice Horton.

And in between being in charge of Salem U's candy stripers, she would willingly help her granddaughters, because it was always her granddaughters, get out of scrapes of their own making. Hope and Jennifer Rose, mainly, although according to soap lore, Julie was a roustabout herself, but that was before my migration.

That initial summer of Days viewing was when Bo and Hope were on the run in New Orleans and Gran would do her best to help keep Larry off of their tail. This was back when Kristin Alphonso had a normal percentage of body fat and neither Bo nor Hope wore on fans' patience with their inexplicable tendency to ruin their romance. Very good memories, given that Alice would help, but never crossed the threshold into being a busybody. She was the grandmother you wish you had. And whenever Alice and Tom celebrated a milestone within their marriage, it was as much of an event as Roman and Marlena, and later John and Marlena, Bo and Hope, Jack and Jennifer, Steve and Kalyla, and any number of supercouples that passed through Salem. If anything, Tom and Alice's celebrations were more precious because they were the benchmark of what couples should be: supportive, faithful, loving, and ever-growing.

Needless to say, it was huge blow when MacDonald Carey passed away in the early 90s; however, Alice's ability to endure and still represent the solidness of the Horton union, even in widowhood, continued to make an indelible impression on Days viewers. And while I jumped ship from Days when Nadia Bjorlin left Days (initially), I still sought out examples of couples similar to the Hortons on other soaps and frankly, there were none to be found. And sadly, that kind of commitment isn't really prized in the current soap climate.

My hope is that Days writers will take their time and create a fitting tribute for Frances Reid. I remember that after Carey passed, Days waited several months to address Tom Horton's passing onscreen. Reid's passing seems even more significant, given that she was the last vestige of the simpler, more elegant part of the Horton legacy. And given that the older fans are still livid about Days' current tendency to cater to their younger demographic, the writers had BETTER do right by Reid and the longtime fans.



Man... I loved Reid's face.

I stand corrected

Wow... it looks like, for once, Diane Dimond did some legwork. Legwork, being part and parcel of the whole 'investigative journalist' thing. Essentially, she 'discovered' a 'secret' police report involving John and Elizabeth Edwards.

Except...

Inside Edition covered this story last week. And they included the audio of the 911 call.

So, what does this means? Yet again, Dimond repeated a story that was already covered by another entertainment 'journalist'/media outlet.

But in Dimond's defense, she did obtain a copy of the police report, which the cameraman willingly zoomed into for the audience's benefit.

A wise move, given Dimond's track record. Wouldn't want a repeat of the 'Michael Jackson wrote love letters to that Arvizo douchebag' debacle, would we?

The necessity to cleanse the palate

Because the thought of linking or implying that there's a link between Delta Burke and Diane Dimond seems profoundly wrong.

Delta Burke is a professional; Diane Dimond... not so much.

Mind you, there were those years in the late 80s when she allowed herself to feel too sorry for herself about the scrutiny involving her weight gain, it doesn't detract from the fact that she was a fantastic comic actress. Sure, it was annoying that the writers decided to bring out Suzanne Sugarbaker funny just after Delta Burke put on some weight, but frankly, it was better late than never.

I still haven't decided whether Burke made the right choice opting for more dramatic roles after leaving Designing Women. While Suzanne Sugarbaker is a tough act to follow, I think that Burke had some other tricks up her sleeve, unlike, say, Jennifer Aniston. And unlike Aniston, her pity party lasted much less than 5 years.

So here's some Suzanne Sugarbaker/Delta Burke amazingness... basically, it's an apology to the universe for aligning comedic divinity with bitter, yet strangely undetected hackiness.

Diane Dimond: Investigative Reporter. But what, exactly, does she investigate?

Seriously... what does this b*tch 'investigate'?

Ever since MJ's passing, Diane Dimond's pear-shaped behind has been ensconced on the Entertainment Tonight/Insider set. Technically, I think that Entertainment Tonight was her second choice, given that in the days following MJ's death, her @$$ was parked on Issues with Jane Velez-Mitchell, until she was thoroughly confronted by the fedora-wearing Jackson family lawyer. When he got in her @$$, she hauled her pear @$$ promptly to ET, which is currently helmed by former Hard Copy producer, Laura Blue or whatever. Initially, she did provide Jackson information; unfortunately, a lot of it was promptly disproven by MJ's autopsy information, in addition to the footage from This is It.

So what's a lying hack to do? Follow Jon Gosselin around during his divorce hearings. Or show up at a Sarah Palin book signing. Or station oneself near the marina where Tiger Woods' yacht was moored. Or position oneself outside of Nancy Kerrigan's father's funeral. Or just recently, making yet another appearance at another book signing - this time, John Edwards is the politician in the crosshairs.

But the question remains... what exactly is Diane Dimond doing, besides collecting a paycheck and undeserved airtime? Because she is not revealing anything that another journalist hasn't already covered. All she's doing is repeating information that anyone can get from the internet and capping her initial segment with a supposed teaser, which usually doesn't amount to anything.

So today, after getting tired of shaking my head about the fact that Diane Dimond continues to get turns at bat, despite a dismal batting average, something popped into my head that pretty much summarizes Dimond's career and it came in the form of Designing Women, specifically, Suzanne Sugarbaker.

Good ole Suzanne Sugarbaker. Such an unexpected sage, because this clip demonstrates what so-called entertainment 'journalists' do. Much like Suzanne, what they do don't break a sweat and yet, they delude themselves into believing that it's enough when it's hardly the bare minimum.

The 2010 Grammys: A VMA redux?

Watched last night's Grammys.

It's been years since I watched the Grammys. I haven't been plugged into the music scene as of late - actually, the last time I was really interested in music was in the early 90s. At any rate, I watched last night, mainly for the Michael Jackson tribute, which was the same motivation for watching last year's VMAs. And like last year's VMAs, Pink and Lady Gaga were the standouts, performance-wise. While I continue to be impressed with Gaga's musical chops, I found Pink to be absolutely dazzling. Yes, she did aerial work again, but instead of doing the flying trapeze, she did something more aerial and more dangerous - at least, that's my perception. I absolutely loved it and hope that Pink can top herself, although I think that, at some point, she will have to top herself, and I don't know how she can.

Beyonce... I could take or leave Beyonce. She's a good singer and performer, but there is something about her that seems cold and guarded, despite the Bootilicious reputation.

Lady Antebellum... I love them. Too bad the curtain fell on Hillary, although she was an absolute pro in dealing with it.

Taylor Swift - she sounded off; Stevie Nicks sounded on point.

Black Eye Peas - always energetic, always fun.

Now to the purpose of my watching - the Michael Jackson tribute.

Gotta say... I felt like I was watching the BET Awards all over again. While the people who performed at the Grammys tribute were impeccable vocally, the execution was all wrong. First, the Target 3D glasses didn't really work. Or rather, maybe I didn't work my 3D glasses. With the exception of 3D Imax, I always gum up my 3D viewing experience by sitting too close to the screen. Maybe I was sitting too close to the TV? At any rate, I did see some 3D aspects of the short film, but the control room kept cutting to the performers and I wanted to see the mini movie in all of its glory. Then I started thinking that if Michael was there, it would've been perfect, which made me profoundly sad. And the fact that they used some of his vocals just reminded me of what could happen; everybody and their mama will make him into this generation's Nat King Cole to everybody's Natalie, and frankly, that prospect scares me.

But I was happy to see Prince and Paris picking up MJ's award. It was a great touch to have Tito's boys, TJ, Taj, and Taryll, be there for their cousins, especially given how MJ was always there for them. Plus, 3T knows where Prince, Paris and Blanket's heads are, since they lost their mother unexpectedly and by someone else's hand. Plus, it sort of creeped me out because my Christmas post included videos of MJ with 3T and Prince and Paris.

Overall, the Grammys were pretty good. Too bad that, right now, there really isn't any incentive to watch the telecast next year.