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In an interview with Matt Lauer set to air next week, George Bush–who’s also hocking a memoir, as if living in this jobless, debt-ridden country isn’t reminder enough of the havoc he’s wreaked upon us–claims the lowest point of his presidency came when Kanye West said on live TV post-Katrina that Bush didn’t “care about black people.”
“I resent it, it’s not true, and it was one of the most disgusting moments of my presidency,” he tells Lauer, according to Yahoo! News.
So, after squandering a ten year budget surplus of $5.6 trillion and incurring a ten year deficit of $6 trillion instead, and leading this country into an unnecessary war that’s cost us over $700 billion and claimed the lives of over 12,000 U.S. soldiers, you really still believe the lowest point in your presidency was having a rapper call you racist?
Congratulations, George W. Bush! That means you officially have the emotional maturity Continue reading Congratulations, George W. Bush
Filed under: Assholes, Babies, Boo Hoo, Dicks, Fuck You, George Bush Doesn't Care About Black People, George Bush Memoir, George W. Bush, Hurricane Katrina, Kanye West, Katrina, One of the Many Stellar Bush Administration Legacies, Taylor Swift, The Bush Legacy, Uberassholes
Name: Bruno Mars (né Peter Hernandez)
Hails from: Hawaii
Occupation: Singer, songwriter, producer
Known for: Co-writing and producing the most viral song of 2010, Cee-Lo’s “Fuck You”; co-writing and lending his smooth R&B stylings to B.o.B’s “Nothin’ on You,” which was nominated for Best Pop Video at this year’s VMAs, where Mars performed a “Nothin’ on You,” “Airplanes” and “The Only Exception” medley with B.o.B and Paramore’s Hayley Williams, a trio MTV billed as the VMAs’ “dream team” (watch a grainy version of it here); looking kinda dorky cool in a fedora.
Speaking of dreams, Hawaiian native Bruno Mars, who is of Puerto Rican and Filipino descent, has been steadily realizing his of late. After penning the feel-good kiss-off song of the summer and getting nominated for a VMA, the 23 year-old singer, who’s thus far been better known for his writing and producing skillz, will finally take center stage with the release Continue reading AMAZIAN OF THE WEEK! Bruno Mars
Filed under: B.o.B, Bruno Mars, Cee-Lo Fuck You, Dream Teams, Filipinos, Hawaiians, Hayley Williams, Kanye West, Mixed People, Mixed-Race People, Music Producers, Musicians, Paramore, Peter Hernandez, Pinoy Pride, Pinoys, Singer/Songwriters, Taylor Swift, Video Music Awards, VMAs
Ladies and Gents, it’s been quite a year: Dubya left the building, Laura and Euna came back to us safely, Miley got goofy, Nadya Suleman lips got tabloid time, Kanye lost his hand, the Gosselins aired every last Garanimal of their dirty laundry, and Tiger Woods fell off his hookerbitch-lovin’ pedestal.
DISGRASIAN also got a makeover.
Frankly, we’re pooped. So we’re taking the rest of the year off for a little shaming break.
But before we go, we thought we’d mention our plans for celebrasian–which include a bit of donasian to Hyphen Magazine!
Alright, maybe we’re a little biased because they’ve spent some of their non-profit funds photographing us this year. But we also believe in Hyphen–what they do and how they do it is an inspirasian to us all.
Filed under: 2009, Donasians, Dubya, Euna Lee, Hyphen Cover, Hyphen Magazine, Jon Gosselin, Kanye West, Kate Gosselin, Laura Ling, Miley Cyrus Chink Eye, Nadya Suleman, President Barack Obama, See you in 2010, Taking a Hating Break, The Gosselins, Tiger Woods
Enough about Kanye already. Since when did the VMAs become the Nobel Prize ceremony anyway? It’s an awards show for music videos. You know, like really short films for people with even shorter attention spans. The actual awards are called “moonmen.” And did you honestly know who Taylor Swift was before Kanye “took away her moment”? I’ve been seeing her pointy face everywhere for some time without any real idea of who she is. Now I can name one of her songs at least. (I do concur with our Prez, though, that Kanye’s a “jackass.” But enough about that already, too.)
Because what really shocked me at the VMAs was what’s happening to Madonna’s face.
Dude. This is a scary slippery slope that does not lead to a good place:
It seems unnecessary at this point to remind you that you are a douche. It also seems pointless to ask if you’ve been taking lessons from that other loudmouth with no fuckin’ shame, Joe Wilson. Frankly, it’s clear that you’re an asshole with a God complex. That’s your “thing.” You behave as though–simply because you are a successful music and pop culture maker–you contribute something truly significant to society, and might actually matter long after we all turn into carbon matter and dust. Oh man, we hope you take disappointment well.
But let’s talk about last night’s assface behavior. What you did to that sweetheart girl, Taylor Swift, during her one joyous moment accepting the MTV Award for “Best Female Video,” was absolutely deplorable.
The look on her face after you scramble off stage is absolutely heartbreaking. You are an asshole, yes. But more importantly, you’re cruel. You are a cruel mother fucker.
But far worse than your awards show behavior, it seems, is your apology.
As you know, we’re real sticklers on apologies. We’re also huge proponents of avoiding Inernet acronyms (and aggressive ellipses, for that matter), as well as unlocking caps when trying to express something–like sorrow or sorry–with some level of sincerity.
A real apology is not rattled off in powder-blue font on your blog. A real apology is not made up of jumbled nonsense. More importantly, when you apologize to Taylor, don’t ramble [again] about how much greater Beyonce’s video was. In fact, leave Beyonce out of this! Stop fucking bringing her into your weird, convoluted world of drama, you dick!
Here’s our suggestion. Write a new apology (and we mean really write it, with a pen, on a card), and mail it (with a stamp) to Taylor.
It should read:
Words cannot describe how ashamed I feel for interrupting you during your acceptance speech last night. I was out of line and I am deeply sorry. I am truly sorry.
I realize that I ruined one of the greatest moments of your life, and left you hurt and uncomfortable. I can never make that up to you, but I will certainly try.
Lastly, I know that I am not God. I have said that you are talented, but you don’t need my blessing to receive the “Best Female Video” award. You completely deserve it.
Please accept my humble apology. I hope we can be friends.
And this time, when you say you’re sorry, you should mean it.
In response to Miley “Chink-Eye” Cyrus threatening to “ruin” Radiohead after they refused to meet her backstage at the Grammys, the band said through a spokesperson Friday, “When Miley grows up, she’ll learn not to have a sense of entitlement.” They also added, “Another thing she won’t have when she grows up? A career.”*
*That was implied. Duh.
Filed under: As If Radiohead Could Get Any Cooler, Disney Sucks, Entitlement, Hannah Montana, Kanye West, Miley Cyrus Chink Eye, Miley Cyrus Makes Fun of Asians, Public Feuds, Radiohead v. Miley Cyrus, Thom Yorke
It has been reported that Kanye West wanted a private audience with Japanese artist “Mr.” so badly that Kanye surprised him with dinner (fried chicken and Mexican food, to be exact, a man after my own heart) while the artist was installing new work at the Lehmann Maupin gallery last Thursday. Here’s one of Mr.’s paintings: