RIP to the OG jersey girl hailing from the bricks home of reggie noble, the fuggees, the outsiders, queen latifah, faith evans, ice-t, rudy from the cosby show, frankie vallie, cristina milian, tisha from martin, and allen motherfucking ginsberg.
remember wen my moms used to whip around the maxima with me & my sister in the back bumping that first whitney album hard. then bodyguard came out and my sister would hog the VCR watching that shit on repeat & belting out the sndtrk on her fucking karaoke machine.
whitneys death is enough to make a wigger come outta lurking. love that bitch.
Quick Allen Ginsberg story – 7th Grade assignment is to write a paper on a poet. I told my mother how much I dreaded having to research faggots like Edgar Allen Poe. Ma does the typical Jewish liberal journalist thing and introduces me to Ginsberg.
I walk into school with a paper bout a masturbation poem he wrote. I pass the book around to all my classmates. Teachers catch wind and send me to the office. Suspended for distributing pornography.
Def slept on Newarks contributions….Cristina Milian and Tisha from Martin might could be the only 2 bishes I would ever need to fuck.
“responsible for at least thousand bum bitch american idol auditions yearly.”
I hope the media don’t pull a Michael Jackson on here. She might have smoked rocks but she didn’t molest little boys. They need to leave her alone . But of course they prolly gonna sling mud all over her. Fuckin bitch and media
Never have I been real close with my dad. I love the guy, but we would go hours in a car together and not say a fucking word.
My dad is pretty much emotionless, unless he is screaming on me and my family.
One day, I think it must’ve been whenever the Bodyguard came out.. not sure what year, I was riding with him somwhere. At this point, the song was on the radio 24 / 7.. I mean, I knew every lyric, every note, every single piece of the song. Everyone did. It was like months after the release..
So the song came on in our old 1990 Dodge Caravan – which I think was brand new at the time, I was riding shotgun with my dad and I tried to change the station when the song was on. I mean “I will always love you.. ” It’s not exactly a song you want to sing along with your dad too.. He was more of a Doobie Brothers, Neil Young, Simon and Garfunkl type dude.
I never saw my old man go into such a fit of rage as I turned the dial. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”
“TURN IT BACK, TURN IT BAAAACCCCKKKKK”.
“You like Whitney Houston Dad?”
“TURN IT FUCKING BACK, I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO CHANGE IT”
Fear inside me welled up and I quickly turned it back to the station. I looked at my dad’s face and for the first time – I didn’t see my dad, I saw a man in love (no homo). Something about Whitney’s voice touched his soul. Whitney brought out the human being in my father.
That was the power of Whitney Houston. She could melt ice.