I am feeling a strange sense of deja vu. Over a year ago I wrote a piece for the Huffington Post entitled, Those Bad Breasts. It was a story of news p...
August is a dumping ground for movies, a time when the multiplexes are flooded with leftover product, as opposed to films. Still, occasionally, a gem sneaks in -- a movie that someone has underestimated. Takers is not that film.
It looks like the silver lining for celebrity abusers everywhere is that unless you use a racial slur while committing abuse you might be okay, career wise.
The decision to use convicted batterer Chris Brown as a central attraction for the BET Awards was a tremendous setback for victims of domestic abuse, which is the leading cause of premature death among Black women between the ages of 15 and 44.
Can't Hollywood find another white guy in his mid-forties to deliver slurry lines while smirking for the camera who doesn't do drugs and threaten his wife (allegedly) to play the perpetual bad boy/ladies' man?
Chris Brown has been barred from entering, and thus performing, in the U.K. because of the Rhianna beating.
In HBO pay-per-view's biggest non-title fight of the year, Mayweather's entrance seemed like a scene from Rocky IV with classic soul R&B group, the O'Jays , singing "For The Love of Money" in the middle of the ring.
With the second and third round picks, fans were hoping the Bills would start addressing their top needs. But the Bills rumble to the beat of their own little buffalo hooves.
Don't you have like eight different ethnicities in your background? You'd think at least one of them would have a guilt tradition.
Here is Vermont's deeply disturbing little secret: We are sixth in the nation, per capita, when it comes to homicides committed by men against women.
As we prepare to watch The Grammy's air this weekend, I'm reminded that it was one year ago that a generation of women learned that domestic violence can happen to anyone.
We tested 15 of the most public apologies of the year to see what makes for a good apology and a bad apology and what we can learn from our A-list of apologists.
What Did You Learn in 2009? Test your knowledge by answering these objectively scientific questions about the celebrities, politicians and fifteen minute famers who made headlines.
Rather than complain about your deluded belief that failing to be elected vice president somehow makes you president or God, I'm here to help you with some totally boss tunes to remind you how to work and play better with others.
Welcome to Snoopworld, where Chevys still are bouncin', would-be gangstas still kind of prowl the streets (albeit it's a new generation), explicit-isms flow like 40 oz. beer, and tempos best not harsh anyone's mellow.
Beyoncé's I Am...Yours is a satisfying decade-and-then-some retrospective that reveals the artist's interesting back story with a personal warmth not always emphasized by our current cast of pop stars.