At right, what’s believed to be Whitney Houston’s final performance, filmed Feb. 9, two nights before her death. The singer sang “Yes, Jesus Loves Me” at the Kelly Price & Friends pre-Grammy concert. Houston passed away today in Los Angeles at the age of 48. [via Huffington Post]
I’m going to put aside being annoyed with Beyonce and Jay-Z for releasing photos of their daughter Blue Ivy after the work week has ended because bloggers never sleep. Because look at that face. Blue Ivy Carter is gorgeous. I love the fact that Jay and Beyonce did not sell photos of their newborn child, that they released them personally via a small Tumblr blog, thanking the public for respecting their privacy “during this beautiful time in our lives.” I love that Blue Ivy is simply swaddled in a blanket, not adorned with some ridiculous headband, and, in the rest of the photos that you’ll see as you click through, just basking in the love of her parents. Blue, in my opinion, looks just like Beyonce, but her eyes are all Jay. Maybe I’m hormonal, but I’m getting a little teary writing this. Yay, babies!
Wet ‘n’ Wild, a cosmetics company that’s surely suffering in the digital age from the un-Googleability of its name (don’t try it for yourself unless you are 1) alone, and 2) actually looking for, um, a water theme park), has finally thrown in the towel and hired their very first celebrity spokesperson. Which is the end of an era, really — amid all the constant face changeover in drugstore cosmetics aisles (Kate Hudson! Christy Turlington! Jessica White!), that pink-lipped, scrunchie-wearing Wet ‘n’ Wild girl always remained a comforting standby. Now she’ll be replaced by Fergie, who says she signed on with the brand because it was popular in Hacienda Heights, the L.A. neighborhood where she grew up. Read more…
Coco — you know, the wife of rapper Ice-T — recently posted this photo to her Twitter, in which she’s laying naked alongside her nephew, prompting much outrage over the appropriateness of her lack of attire around a baby. But I gotta say, forget the nudity — that poor baby’s life is obviously in danger! He is just within a few inches of being smothered by Coco’s massive rack. His access to oxygen depends on Coco’s head remaining propped up by her left arm as she sleeps. Hello?! Coco, clothes or no clothes, be careful with those jugs. They’re dangerous! [ONTD]
“I was really surprised. I didn’t know anything about it. I wasn’t happy about it. I understand it’s punk rock and everything, but to me there was such a feeling of love and good energy, and positivity it seemed negative. It’s such a teenager … irrelevant thing to do…there was such a feeling of love and unity there what was the point? It was just out of place.”
– Madonna finally speaks up about rapper M.I.A. flippin’ the bird during their SuperBowl Half-Time Show performance. So, yeah, I totally agree it was juvenile — or that big of a deal. I must admit, I will never understand why anyone would freak out over a middle finger (or pasty-covered nipple) when they’re watching an event in which dudes pummel each other sometimes to the point of incurring serious injury, in between 30-second advertisements that objectify women. Real love and unity type stuff, you know. (Sasha Frere-Jones delves into the matter quite eloquently in a column for The New Yorker this week that’s worth a read.) [Dlisted]