Monday, March 7, 2011

new patron saint of hoodrats...

So err-umma yeah, about the ultimate gheotto ish that was last night's season finale of VH1's Basketball Wives...


Normally, I prefer to simply voice my opinion on the reality TV tomfoolery on Twitter as it happens and then pretend I never saw the mess the next day. But I gotta tell you, Evelyn Lozada's "performance" at Chad OchoCinco's Cincinnati condo is worthy of additional airtime on the blog.

Why? Because out of all the chicks on that godawful show, she kept it 110% real.

If you ever wondered why the majority of these athletes & "ballers," get so caught up and turned out by random dirty chicks like Kim Zoziack or Evelyn? Well my darlings, mystery solved.

It takes a certain mentality to break out the Kmart lingerie, thigh-high boots, and hop up on a dude's lap you've only talked to over Skype- IN FRONT of an entire camera crew. Now had they been alone, that would've just been classified as grown folk business. Reckless but still, two consenting adults, I have no opinion. But the decision to make it happen for national TV? Well....

That right there ladies & gents, is a certified slut out mission to the highest power. Cause please believe, there were at least four other people in that room with them. And clearly, Ms. Lozada could have cared less.

Mind you, this is the same chick whose daughter is on her way to college this year. Pause. Can you imagine how she felt watching her mother get her ass palmed and carried up the stairs in return for a airplane ticket and plate of food??


Mmm-hmm, just KLASSY.


  1. I watched that episode, half of a previous one and the 2 hour reunion special. Why weren't you there giving us the goods?! She knows how to make money and not one word you wrote here is false. There I agreed with it..POW! Train up a child is lost to her. No head hanging necessary, she wasn't bothered.