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In the latest round up of Twitter's Negro League, a call to arms to save Stacey Dash from herself, a viral clap back at Robin Thicke, questions about reports of Jeremy Meeks getting his Tyra Banks on, and a look at the BET Awards, which ought to be a national holiday. Oh and we investigate whether or not some man died at the ass cheeks of some woman sleeping on three mattresses.
Michael Arceneaux is from the land of Beyoncé, but now lives in the city of Master Splinters. Follow him at @youngsinick.
Save Stacey Dash
Stacey Dash is out here making a check as the colored version of Elisabeth Hasselbeck while noticeably looking more and more like Ann Coulter's unwanted Black half-sister. Normally I'd never take a shot at a Black woman trying to earn a living, but she should hop on that bus she's throwing Black people under and drive it to the nearest library. God bless or whatever, though.
#AskThicke
Why didn't my teachers make math this fun when I was in straight struggle mode during school? By the way, Robin Thicke, after you catch this brick with "Paula," give your social media passwords to your pops and take a nice long break from public speaking, performing, and begging.
On The BET Awards...
Beyoncé and Jay Z closed out the 2014 BET Awards with a non-HD video clip they filmed the night before and emailed to BET on what looks like 15 minutes before the show. This isn't the first time Beyoncé has dropboxed it in, but because they hyped Beyoncé performing throughout the entire show, lots of people's mamas were mad as hell that they stayed up late to watch what they already saw on YouTube two weeks ago. And then someone in the production room misspelled the night's biggest honoree, Lionel Richie, by misspelling Nicole's daddy's last name. Other than that, nice work, Blacks.
Triple Mattress Killer
I somewhat admire people who can take a selfie in a settling that looks like rubble left after a hurricane, or in this woman's case, taking a selfie in front of a bed without a bedframe and some man knocked smooth out. But whatever, girl, if you want to Take Selfies With Bernie, do you.
Roland Martin
I dare you to tell me that you don't see it.
Jeremy Meeks: Top Model or Nah?
As nice as it is to hear reports that a new modeling contract might be giving Jeremy Meeks' recidivism rate a much needed positive spin, this is a legitimate question.
POPAROXIE
I'm in an H&M tank as I'm typing this, so it's no dig when I say no one much less the paparazzi is chasing your regular ass in this extra regular ass store. And I really want to assume "POPAROXIE" is a joke, but in the post-No Child Left Behind world we live in, I can't confirm that. Keep on stunting and shading spell check, though, if that's your thing.
The Tia and Tamera of Soul Music?
Things that make you go hmm...
Straight People Be Like...
This is the most accurate (and hilarious) assessment of straight people - especially straight Black people - and their obsession with relationship chatter on social media that I have ever read. Unfortunately, by the end of this sentence, there is bound to be another debate about the following: the price of a first date; whether or not a man's balls should fall off if he tries to use a Groupon on a date; which hoes are or are not loyal; the price of an engagement ring.
Trigga and Seabert: Twins In Song?
He also looks like "What if Tommy Davidson from 'In Living Color' drank more protein shakes?" Also: "Trigga" is in stores now. Two word review: melodic misogyny.
