Every Bad Girl..loves a Bad Boy

My favorite blog, www.ybf.blogspot.com, reportedly had info that linked Bad Boy Yung Joc with the artist formerly known as Juanita. Yup, Danity Kane's D. Woods. The couple was spotted schmoozing at the MTB4 season finale and in a photo booth taking couple pics. Now Diddy can ad match maker to his repertoire!

I Made the Band...You're welcome...oh, and other stuff too!

Is that...Russell Simmons?! With all due respect Mr. Simmons, what are you doing in that situation?

I saw the casting special for Flavor of Love 3 this weekend. Saw the caliber of ladies. Wonder why, even after Charm School and all the bad press that followed the first two seasons, VH1 still finds women to cast these shows.

I Love New York 2 is also set to premiere in the fall. I wonder when it'll all end...

Hey Mocha Beaus! I just wanted to say you're welcome since I predicted (minus Willie) the outcome of Making the Band 4. My obsessive voting may have helped as well. Nonethless, congratulations to Brian A., Robert, Qwanell, Willie and Big/Smaller Mike for making the band. I'm hoping for great things!

And I'm not gonna front I own the Danity Kane album and it plays pretty regularly on my ipod. Hate on that!

The Block is a Buzz!

The Godfather of Soul is the father...again! DNA tests have confirmed that Brown, who died on Christmas Day from heart failure, is indeed the father of another young woman who has asked to remain unidentified. She becomes Brown's third proven offspring out of the potential 12 who stepped forward following Brown's passing. That brings the singer's posse up to 9.

Angela Simmons and Bow Wow are being spotted everywhere together. Above, they're pictured at the launch party for Simmons' new magazine Rundown. Are they an item, you ask. Well, to indulge the teeny bopper in all of us, the Man Child known as Bow Wow told MTV that their "kickin' it right now."

Mocha Beaus, the minute I know, you know. I gotcha!

I just want to put it out there that I love Alicia Keys. Like love Alicia Keys. She super fabulous. A little more latte than mocha, but I can dig it. She sings, plays the piano, writes her music, is gorgeous, and is curvpection. She graced TRL yesterday to promote her new movie, The Nanny Diaries. Fiiiiiiieeeeeerrrrccce! I am so awaiting the album drop!

Where's the Love Ladies?

To every rumor there is a grain of truth! The super mocha diva look-a-likes (think and juxtaposition Baby Boy with Share My World..yea, freaky ain't it?) apparently really don't appreciate each other's presence. At least on Beyonce's side of San Trope!



Sources say that Mz. Mocha Fab Diva herself had Mama Knowles, yup, her mama, go into a Toronto club and FORBID the DJ to play any of Ms. West Indies hits... Dang Rihanna. With all that hate coming at you, maybe you should shield yourself under your umbrella, ella, ella...eh?



And Ms. Beyonce....you're fierce and all, but maybe you should let Mama focus on your costuming. During a Toronto concert, Beyonce dress snapped open revealing a lil something more than those fiiiiieeeeerce legs. On stage mishap Beyonce? "Deja Vu", indeed!

I am SOOOO looking forward to this...

Robin Givens has just finished wrapping up filming on the independent film based on the autbiography of Wendy Williams. Since I've already professed my undying admiration for the shock jock queen, you know I can't wait! One of the hardest parts of moving out of New York? Missing the bonus hour and Wendy juuuujing it up on the phone lines. I wonder who is playing Charlamane the God.

Things I am shaking my head at...

Jillie from Philly, one of my absolute FAVE symbols of CURVPECTION announced in the August issue of Essence that, after 5 years of Lyzel loving her different in every way imaginable from her hair follicles to her toe nails, the couple are going their separate ways. Now you mark my words.

If Jada and Will split I AM NOT GOING TO BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE ANYMORE!! You hear me, Mocha Beaus? Because this divorce stuff is for THE BIRDS!



Foxy Brown told Page Six yesterday that she was, indeed pregnant and engaged. News broke this morning that the rap princess was arrested for, among a variety of things she could have done, falsifying information to a law enforcement officer and driving on a suspended license.

Come on.

That makes two of our premiere female rappers with a record. Jesus, be a PR Guru.


Stay Jazzy Fresh!

I hate VH1

There was a time in my short-lived yet fabulous life when I would tune into VH1 with high expectations. Oh, the Saturdays of watching Jackson 5: The American dream. How you swiftly pass. Michael Jackson blocks of music videos were carted off to subsidiary channels (think VH1 soul which I pay an extra $10/month for, thank you very much) and we were left with the atrocity that is...


Dum Dum DUUUUUUUMMM!!!




Ugh.

Now, someone please clue me into the purpose of this show. Scantily dressed women with lisps got naked with Flaaaava Flav!, former part of one of the most notorious and political rap groups to ever accomplish the task of mediating without assimilating into mainstream pop culture. In other words, Flava Flav was someone.

And now, after playing court jester in a surreal house and documented trysts with Brigitte Neilson that made us cringe, you now bring other women into the fold. Fighting, spitting (well, sisters didn't spit, thank God.), loud, weave-slinging, finger-snapping, chicken-neck wielding women, the vast majority of whom were of the diaspora and didn't care how they looked on national television. As long as, in the end, they would have a chance with a man who openly admitted that he did not, and would never want, a wife.

Now, I am not one to blame the medium and not the participants. The ladies, those of you who accepted your typecasting and lived up to it, are to blame as much as the producers who casted you are. Actually, you hold more of the blame. Producers do their job when they cast people like you. It is the Buckeys, Boots, and Notorious New Yorks of the world have let us down. You have chosen to become our faces, the reference point for the world of Black women who struggle to find men who are their equals and have made us ridiculous looking Jezebels. You have trivialized our struggle to become working, professional women who are viewed as intellectuals. (Sidebar: Isn't it strange to anyone else that these women had about 5 weeks of vacation time? I can't rack up that much vacation in a year, ok?) You have made it acceptable for America to typecast our men as brutal bucks who can do little more than satiate in bed and play the predictable "Black" sports (because Flav cannot excel in tennis, can he Ms. New York's Mother?).

So, here is my reprimand to you both. VH1, I admit openly that I find a strange vindication as I watch Rock of Love. At least I know that you have little to no moral decorum. It's not a racist thing. Because now, you are exploiting the majority and they look like crazy, bipolar, weave-slinging women. VH1, go back to playing the Jackson 5 movie. I remember those days fondly. Now, I won't let my little sister watch you.

Ladies, the price of your stardom was high. There is one New York. Boots, as you go on your college tour and proclaim your metamorphosis, turn to VH1 and see how they exploited you. How they turned this beautiful, young lady into an entity. Something to be laughed at. And, hopefully we can all learn a lesson from this. Earn your stardom with intellect.

Two fingers like a playa!

Peace.

DEFINITLY SUPER FAB!!!

Now, I'm going to tell you once and only once....DO NOT TALK ABOUT OPRAH. She's fabulous. Don't hate....my idol for real...so appreciate or keep it scrollin, thanks!

You're the Queen of Gab. Growing up in NYC, I've been through two radio stations and a move to Illedelphia with you. You might be a mess, but you're the best mess We've ever seen! They hate on you Wendy. Smut 'em!

Now, Tyra gets two photos because, GURL, your weaves might be hit or miss but you are still Fly as anything....People Magazine says you're fat.....they don't know what fat is...you're CURVPECTION.....so they can ease up! Gotta respect the gansta that is Ty Ty Baby!

My ABOSLUTE favorite thick girl representin! TOCCORA! CURVPECTION! FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEERRRRRCCCEEEE!!!

Now tell me which 40 something you know looks like this. I don't care what they got to say about you. Keep it hood, honey, it got you this far. They're haters. Smut 'em!

Beyonce, you're Super Mocha Fab...one of them girls you have to hate cuz you wanna look like them......even if you did fall down the stairs...I still love you...Fiiiieeeeerrrrrce!

Got somethin to say? You know I wanna hear it! Comment away!

Hello Mocha Beau's!

I'm a Diva. No, more like a super diva. A super mocha fab chocolate diva.

But you can call me Stephanie, nice to meet you.


I am super tired (and you'll notice I use "super" a whole lot) of waiting for monthly reads to come out and document the awesomeness that is African American Pop Culture. Not that all you monthly reads (oh, Essence the Nubian Bible that you are. I shall pick you up forever!) aren't holding it down. But, while our young and in the know counterparts scan In Touch and US Weekly in the too-long supermarket line, I am forced to leaf through the month's Vibe for the 23rd time!

ENOUGH!

I want MochaFab to be that hold over, that scratch to that annoying itch.

I'm not going to fool you and say I have an "in." I don't. Not yet anyway.

So, instead, I want to start a discussion. What is the state of our celebrities? Do we think our starlets are too skinny? Or are Beyonce and Vivica va va va VOOM! Let them talk about Paris HIlton being in jail. We're gonna focus on us...ok?

Great!

So welcome to Mocha Fab! It promises to be a great ride :-)