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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
3:23 PM

I'll Be Good?


I don’t know what it’s like to have had no significant amount of growth in a decade, but I can imagine how much that must suck. Back when female rappers mattered, I considered myself to be a Foxy Brown fan. Now, I can barely stand the sight of her.

She’s obnoxious, ridiculously cocky for someone that hasn’t done anything of note besides attack Asian nail salon workers in years, and seems to be still stuck on behavior that suggests she’s fresh out of the fryer at Popeyes.

But she, like most celebrities (particularly artists) with above-the-law attitudes stemming from delusions of grandeur, seems to be under the impression that she’s the victim.

"I did almost a year in prison, a year in prison, just because my name is Foxy Brown.”

Say what? No, chirper, you did eight months in prison because you’re a dumb ass who throws temper tantrums for the silliest things and attacks people who can’t fight back. She’s been pulling stunts since she came out, and only recently was she locked up for it. I was really hoping that the crew from the nail salons she’s kirked out at through the years would have all joined together and made their way to Rikers to jump her. It’s only right.

I initially thought that maybe, just maybe, she might have learned her lesson from attempt # 150 to be like Lil’ Kim, but it’s pretty clear that besides her now sounding like one of Cher’s friends from Clueless, not much has changed for the sometimes part-Asian, sometimes half-Trini, all the time Jay-Z jocking rapper.

She says she’s no longer going to react, but when you do wrong, yet manage to still portray yourself as some victim of celebrity, I can’t help but remain skeptical. It would be nice if she grew up, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she turned another Blackberry into a football out of a fit of spoiled brat-fueled rage in the near future.

If nothing else, at least she might get a VH1 reality show out of everything. Her poor ego needs all the boosts of relevance she can get.

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