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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
11:47 AM

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I’m conflicted about Cassie. On one end, the shallow side of me likes the fact that she’s really pretty, well dressed, and overall packaged nicely. Yet, my ears instantly bleed at the thought of her singing anything beyond the “ABC Song” a cappella. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: This girl has no talent.

She can’t sing, she can’t dance, and her presence overall seems lackluster. She’s so blasé and it seems as if her only talent lies in how she handles herself while staring at the ceiling on her back. Actually, I’m not even sure she’s good at that. Cassie seems like the really pretty girl that sucks at sex. You know how some people are so good looking they think they can just rely on that and only to wind up being cheated on because they’re about as arousing as a pillow case? That’s Cassie…I’m guessing.

I would love to ask Diddy who was better: Her or Mase. It’s a fair question to ask, no?

As Puff Puff Diddy keeps trying to shove her down our throats the same way he likely did himself with her, I’m trying to figure out why I should care about her when we already have a Rihanna and she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

Comments like these don’t help.

Sexy R&B star Cassie had her nipples pierced to help her keep breast cancer
at bay. The pretty 22 year old’s mother is a two-time breast cancer survivor and
the singer was recently tested to make sure she was free of the disease. After
the check-up, Cassie had her nipples pierced in a bid to show cancer she was a
fighter. She says, “I got my piercings before I got my results, like positive
energy… I think it’s sexy. I’m proud of them.” But she admits the decision to
get pierced would have backfired on her if medics found the cancer gene. Cassie
adds, “I’m sitting there with my parents, my mom’s sobbing after she finds out
that I don’t have the gene, and I’m like, `Guess what, mom and dad, I got my
nipples pierced.’ “It was nerve-racking because I was like, `My mom’s going to
kill me if I have this gene and I got these things.’”

I get that symbols are subjective, but what gave her the idea that pierced nipples was the perfect way to say, “F*ck, cancer?” Speaking of f*ck, I’m assuming that’s the symbol she’s really aiming for. I’m sure Cassie knows that it’s better to focus on her pierced nipples than her chopped up vocal chords. That’s the only way I can rationalize an otherwise dumb ass way of thinking.

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