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Member Since: 2/2/2014
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Originally posted by youkneekorn
The wannaBey Nicole clones should just fade into the background.
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So they can join you?
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Member Since: 6/25/2012
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Not worth all that effort Badger.
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Member Since: 4/26/2012
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Originally posted by Badger
Nicki Minaj sits on a black leather couch in the interview room. Her voluptuous rear creates a significant dip in the settee, and the heat of the room is causing her haute couture tight dress to stick to the upholstery. Her hair is sleek platinum blonde, her nails are perfectly manicured with golden spikes on the tips to match the outlining of her dress. To her irritation, she begins to sweat slightly in the stuffy room. The air conditioning is on full blast and several fans are rotating around her, but they do little to ease the discomfort. A young makeup artist from Queens hurries over and touches up the outermost of many layers of luminous cartoon makeup. Minaj tuts and waves the paint slave away, in the same manner she saw her idol Beyoncé do the other way. The assistant awkwardly smacks her face with a brush and then skitters out of the room.
The rapper sits and waits, pulling at her dress uncomfortably. Why does she have to wait this long? She thinks bitterly. An artist of my calibre should not be treated this way. She gazes at her pointed bejewelled nails and imagines digging them into the scalp of her tardy interviewer.
Finally the magazine correspondent shuffles into the room, a flustered and beige-cardigan'd mess. She apologies profusely to Minaj and prattles on about clashing schedules. Nicki smiles forcedly and stares at the woman's dull brown bob, envisioning the pained screams as she clawed her fingers around the dull, dehydrated roots. The interviewer, Sara or Sarah or some other grey Caucasian name, seemed not to notice Minaj's look of menace and began to set up a tape recorder.
The interview went underway in a straightforward manner, yet all the while Minaj felt all the more irritable from the heat. Often her eyes would glaze over and she would think of bathing in a tub of ice, or of smacking the interviewer over the head with one of the metal fans. However, Sarah(?)'s latest question brought the rapper back to earth with a bump.
"....so who would you say is your biggest style inspiration? Obviously Lady Gaga has been a huge influence on you, shall we discuss how she's impacted your more edgier of styles?"
As the interviewer waited expectantly for an answer, Onika gripped the edges of the sofa intensely. Her mouths stretched into a pained grimace and her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. WHY? Why does everyone keep asking me about Gaga? she thinks furiously. No bitch I don't wanna talk about that chick at all.
"... So tell me about what you're wearing now. I think I saw Gaga with the exact same piece two years ago, would you say you have a delayed reaction or some-"
"Bitch WHAT?" she roars. Nicki jumps to her feet, her rubber dress squealing as it is ripped from the couch. She extends a bony finger at the shocked interviewer. "You think you're funny huh? Bitch you don't know me. Tryna stir up **** between artists. I don't need this! I'm a busy woman!"
Sarah stammers apologies, but it is not enough to soothe the enraged Trinidadian. "OH! Oh not saying much now are we? You gotta a lot of nerve for a shabby ass white bitch. Lookin' like a $5 dollar discount brochure for the elderly. I am an artist! I don't need Barabra Walter bitches like you tryna make jokes about me. What's good bitch, what's good???"
As she rants at the poor woman, Nicki's team hurry into the room to try to quell her. An assistant lightly holds her shoulder, and she flings him over the coffee table.
"I have had enough! Bitch I'm Nicki Minaj! The one and only. You can keep your Lady Gaga and your Miley bitches. I'm out."
And with that, she sweeps her blond weave around in a whirl, and strides out of the room, her sizeable backside shaking as she moves. She turns on her phone to dial RedOne, but for some reason the number is blocked. She screeches and chucks the phone at her assistants hurrying along in her wake. "Call Bey! Imma need to collab again to show these ****** who's really on top."
The assistants exchange nervous glances, each silently dreading being the one to be on the receiving end of Ms Knowles' sleep-disrupted wrath.
Back in the interview room, the staff tidy up the mess of the tantrum. "That Minja does this a lot I heard." mentions an editor. Sarah seems unruffled by the incident. "Let's see if we can get Miley next week to talk about her harrrasment at the VMAs." she says, staring into the deep depression in the sofa caused by the volatile rapper's ample cheeks.
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Originally posted by Badger
Nicki Minaj sits on a black leather couch in the interview room. Her voluptuous rear creates a significant dip in the settee
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Originally posted by Badger
A young makeup artist from Queens hurries over and touches up the outermost of many layers of luminous cartoon makeup.
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Originally posted by Badger
"....so who would you say is your biggest style inspiration? Obviously Lady Gaga has been a huge influence on you, shall we discuss how she's impacted your more edgier of styles?"
As the interviewer waited expectantly for an answer, Onika gripped the edges of the sofa intensely. Her mouths stretched into a pained grimace and her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. WHY? Why does everyone keep asking me about Gaga? she thinks furiously. No bitch I don't wanna talk about that chick at all.
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Originally posted by Badger
Sarah seems unruffled by the incident. "Let's see if we can get Miley next week to talk about her harrrasment at the VMAs." she says, staring into the deep depression in the sofa caused by the volatile rapper's ample cheeks.
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You're a mess, Badger. 
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Member Since: 8/19/2013
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Badger, I promise to read that in class!
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Originally posted by Dale
I thought "Call Me Maybe" was the best-selling digital single of all-time?
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Blurred Lines surpassed them both.
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Member Since: 1/1/2014
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Originally posted by Dollas n Diamonds
Not worth all that effort Badger.
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I agree. I'm not familiar enough with her mannerisms.
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Member Since: 4/14/2011
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Seriously Turn The Music Louder needs to cross over to the states like Rather B.e, it's such a good song
Maybe Katy B can become famous there too (unlike Jess Glynne who faded into obscurity--I am surprised her album debuted higher than Sucker by Charli XCX on the Billboard 200 though  buyers probably thought they'd get Rather Be on it)
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I love how Lady's successful acting career is flourishing and she is the most popular actress on one of the biggest television shows. She truly does pioneer her own career, recognising her strengths and striving towards success -- why else would she call Ryan Murphy? She sits so far above the rest that even in her most humble and laid back state she is still a prominent and ever-evolving force in pop culture. It's such a shame the same cannot be said about others. 
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Originally posted by Evolution
This song slays.
Mess at this having only 13m views |
like most things xtina doesn't garner enough attention because no one cared then and now.
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Originally posted by Shaliydah88
Sir, fight me. And beat me, so I can sue you and get some of that money you have.
If you're going to replace the song that Britney always performs, then at least replace it with Anticipating. Also, Criminal was a perfect single choice. I don't care that it flopped. It was the one thing about the FF era that Britney seemed excited about. I do agree that Up N Down should have been released instead of I Wanna Go. Nevermind what the Kesha stan said.
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anticipating is not cute. I'd take cinderella or what it's like to be me.
i prefer he about to lose MAY over zelda beat criminal
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Originally posted by jose168
i wanna go was the best fat female single
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that's because how i roll, up n down, inside out, seal it with a kiss he about to lose may weren't released.
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Originally posted by Sunshine.
Like..Gaga isn't even really that special. After going through some Lil' Kim costumes, the case could be made that that's where Nicki got her influence.
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I agree but yes nicki stole from kim and foxy first, then stole wayne's formula of being a feature queen then stole gaga's swag and now trying to serve low class beyonce.
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Originally posted by Giorgoc
Is this healthy?
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nope. I almost thought it was legit but didn't see an article link.
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Originally posted by Dollas n Diamonds
Not worth all that effort Badger.
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Member Since: 9/1/2013
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Originally posted by Glamorous
I love how Lady's successful acting career is flourishing and she is the most popular actress on one of the biggest television shows. She truly does pioneer her own career, recognising her strengths and striving towards success -- why else would she call Ryan Murphy? She sits so far above the rest that even in her most humble and laid back state she is still a prominent and ever-evolving force in pop culture. It's such a shame the same cannot be said about others. |
This is a classic example of why Gaga is now a cover artist. Everyone surrounding her, her team and her fans are a bunch of yes-men incapable of finding fault in anything she does There's a reason why her music was best and most successful when she was a label slave to Akon and RedOne
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Originally posted by Badger
Nicki Minaj sits on a black leather couch in the interview room. Her voluptuous rear creates a significant dip in the settee, and the heat of the room is causing her haute couture tight dress to stick to the upholstery. Her hair is sleek platinum blonde, and her nails are perfectly manicured with golden spikes on the tips to match the outlining of her dress. To her irritation, she begins to sweat slightly in the stuffy room. The air conditioning is on full blast and several fans are rotating around her, but they do little to ease the discomfort. A young makeup artist from Queens hurries over and touches up the outermost of many layers of luminous cartoon makeup. Minaj tuts and waves the paint slave away, in the same manner she saw her idol Beyoncé do the other day. The assistant awkwardly smacks her face with a brush and then skitters out of the room.
The rapper sits and waits, pulling at her dress uncomfortably. Why does she have to wait this long? She thinks bitterly. An artist of my calibre should not be treated this way. She gazes at her pointed bejewelled nails and imagines digging them into the scalp of her tardy interviewer.
Finally the magazine correspondent shuffles into the room, a flustered and beige-cardigan'd mess. She apologies profusely to Minaj and prattles on about clashing schedules. Nicki smiles forcedly and stares at the woman's dull brown bob, envisioning the pained screams as she clawed her fingers around the dull, dehydrated roots. The interviewer, Sara or Sarah or some other grey Caucasian name, seemed not to notice Minaj's look of menace and began to set up a tape recorder.
The interview went underway in a straightforward manner, yet all the while Minaj felt all the more irritable from the heat. Often her eyes would glaze over and she would think of bathing in a tub of ice, or of smacking the interviewer over the head with one of the metal fans. However, Sarah(?)'s latest question brought the rapper back to earth with a bump.
"....so who would you say is your biggest style inspiration? Obviously Lady Gaga has been a huge influence on you, shall we discuss how she's impacted your more edgier of styles?"
As the interviewer waited expectantly for an answer, Onika gripped the edges of the sofa intensely. Her mouths stretched into a pained grimace and her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. WHY? Why does everyone keep asking me about Gaga? she thinks furiously. No bitch I don't wanna talk about that chick at all.
"... So tell me about what you're wearing now. I think I saw Gaga with the exact same piece two years ago, would you say you have a delayed reaction or some-"
"Bitch WHAT?" she roars. Nicki jumps to her feet, her rubber dress squealing as it is ripped from the couch. She extends a bony finger at the shocked interviewer. "You think you're funny huh? Bitch you don't know me. Tryna stir up **** between artists. I don't need this! I'm a busy woman!"
Sarah stammers apologies, but it is not enough to soothe the enraged Trinidadian. "OH! Oh not saying much now are we? You gotta a lot of nerve for a shabby ass white bitch. Lookin' like a $5 dollar discount brochure for the elderly. I am an artist! I don't need Barabra Walter bitches like you tryna make jokes about me. What's good bitch, what's good???"
As she rants at the poor woman, Nicki's team hurry into the room to try to quell her. An assistant lightly holds her shoulder, and she flings him over the coffee table.
"I have had enough! Bitch I'm Nicki Minaj! The one and only. You can keep your Lady Gaga and your Miley bitches. I'm out."
And with that, she sweeps her blond weave around in a whirl, and strides out of the room, her sizeable backside shaking as she moves. She turns on her phone to dial RedOne, but for some reason the number is blocked. She screeches and chucks the phone at her assistants hurrying along in her wake. "Call Bey! Imma need to collab again to show these ****** who's really on top."
The assistants exchange nervous glances, each silently dreading being the one to be on the receiving end of Ms Knowles' sleep-disrupted wrath.
Back in the interview room, the staff tidy up the mess of the tantrum. "That Minja does this a lot I heard." mentions an editor. Sarah seems unruffled by the incident. "Let's see if we can get Miley next week to talk about her harrrasment at the VMAs." she says, staring into the deep depression in the sofa caused by the volatile rapper's ample cheeks.
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 Literally shared this with my friends.
We all kii'd at the "enraged Trinidadian" part
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Originally posted by Lord Blackout
I'm able to be objective 
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I'll sit next to you, we can share the kii when she gets sentenced to Rape For Life.
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On the other hand, to quote NYMag:
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Katy Perry is as conflicted and complex as a pumpkin-spice rug-and-room deodorizer. She doesn't have a look. She never changes. The Katy Perry of 2010 is the same as the Katy Perry of 2015. Her hair color is different here and there. That's it. She wears tight, glittery, rainbow-colored dresses and black eyeliner. Always and forever a Super Star Barbie circa 1988.
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It's so sad that a 30 year old has not only shown no signs of artistic growth but remains rooted in pleasing teenagers. This is why she will never be iconic. She looks into the crowd every night and sees skinny teenage white girls with buck teeth, the stench of unwashed vaginas corrupting the arena, and has to put on a painful high voice so their accompanying mommies don't post "Katy Perry Show? Never Again!" on Facebook.
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Originally posted by Glamorous
On the other hand, to quote NYMag:
It's so sad that a 30 year old has not only shown no signs of artistic growth but remains rooted in pleasing teenagers. This is why she will never be iconic. She looks into the crowd every night and sees skinny teenage white girls with buck teeth, the stench of unwashed vaginas corrupting the arena, and has to put on a painful high voice so their accompanying mommies don't post "Katy Perry Show? Never Again!" on Facebook.
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Wow, this tea  This just makes it even more tragic that she curb-stomped Mommy Monster and reduced her to a cover artist though 
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Wow, this tea This just makes it even more tragic that she curb-stomped Mommy Monster and reduced her to a cover artist though |
You're getting better at this.
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Katy Perry = satan's sex toy.
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Wow, this tea This just makes it even more tragic that she curb-stomped Mommy Monster and reduced her to a cover artist though |
kind of like how Angelina reduced Aniston to a punchline.
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She wears tight, glittery, rainbow-colored dresses and black eyeliner.
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Originally posted by Badger
Nicki Minaj sits on a black leather couch in the interview room. Her voluptuous rear creates a significant dip in the settee, and the heat of the room is causing her haute couture tight dress to stick to the upholstery. Her hair is sleek platinum blonde, and her nails are perfectly manicured with golden spikes on the tips to match the outlining of her dress. To her irritation, she begins to sweat slightly in the stuffy room. The air conditioning is on full blast and several fans are rotating around her, but they do little to ease the discomfort. A young makeup artist from Queens hurries over and touches up the outermost of many layers of luminous cartoon makeup. Minaj tuts and waves the paint slave away, in the same manner she saw her idol Beyoncé do the other day. The assistant awkwardly smacks her face with a brush and then skitters out of the room.
The rapper sits and waits, pulling at her dress uncomfortably. Why does she have to wait this long? She thinks bitterly. An artist of my calibre should not be treated this way. She gazes at her pointed bejewelled nails and imagines digging them into the scalp of her tardy interviewer.
Finally the magazine correspondent shuffles into the room, a flustered and beige-cardigan'd mess. She apologies profusely to Minaj and prattles on about clashing schedules. Nicki smiles forcedly and stares at the woman's dull brown bob, envisioning the pained screams as she clawed her fingers around the dull, dehydrated roots. The interviewer, Sara or Sarah or some other grey Caucasian name, seemed not to notice Minaj's look of menace and began to set up a tape recorder.
The interview went underway in a straightforward manner, yet all the while Minaj felt all the more irritable from the heat. Often her eyes would glaze over and she would think of bathing in a tub of ice, or of smacking the interviewer over the head with one of the metal fans. However, Sarah(?)'s latest question brought the rapper back to earth with a bump.
"....so who would you say is your biggest style inspiration? Obviously Lady Gaga has been a huge influence on you, shall we discuss how she's impacted your more edgier of styles?"
As the interviewer waited expectantly for an answer, Onika gripped the edges of the sofa intensely. Her mouths stretched into a pained grimace and her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared. WHY? Why does everyone keep asking me about Gaga? she thinks furiously. No bitch I don't wanna talk about that chick at all.
"... So tell me about what you're wearing now. I think I saw Gaga with the exact same piece two years ago, would you say you have a delayed reaction or some-"
"Bitch WHAT?" she roars. Nicki jumps to her feet, her rubber dress squealing as it is ripped from the couch. She extends a bony finger at the shocked interviewer. "You think you're funny huh? Bitch you don't know me. Tryna stir up **** between artists. I don't need this! I'm a busy woman!"
Sarah stammers apologies, but it is not enough to soothe the enraged Trinidadian. "OH! Oh not saying much now are we? You gotta a lot of nerve for a shabby ass white bitch. Lookin' like a $5 dollar discount brochure for the elderly. I am an artist! I don't need Barabra Walter bitches like you tryna make jokes about me. What's good bitch, what's good???"
As she rants at the poor woman, Nicki's team hurry into the room to try to quell her. An assistant lightly holds her shoulder, and she flings him over the coffee table.
"I have had enough! Bitch I'm Nicki Minaj! The one and only. You can keep your Lady Gaga and your Miley bitches. I'm out."
And with that, she sweeps her blond weave around in a whirl, and strides out of the room, her sizeable backside shaking as she moves. She turns on her phone to dial RedOne, but for some reason the number is blocked. She screeches and chucks the phone at her assistants hurrying along in her wake. "Call Bey! Imma need to collab again to show these ****** who's really on top."
The assistants exchange nervous glances, each silently dreading being the one to be on the receiving end of Ms Knowles' sleep-disrupted wrath.
Back in the interview room, the staff tidy up the mess of the tantrum. "That Minja does this a lot I heard." mentions an editor. Sarah seems unruffled by the incident. "Let's see if we can get Miley next week to talk about her harrrasment at the VMAs." she says, staring into the deep depression in the sofa caused by the volatile rapper's ample cheeks.
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