I understand, and to a certain extent, share the frustration many have with the more vitriolic commentary found across Al Gore’s Internet. I personally invite those people who model the majority of their opinions after Satan and the art of being a sourpuss to dive head first into the abyss. Yet, when it comes to the myth of the big, bad blogger – this unattractive, overweight, menacing figure attacking every celebrity and celebrity adjacent any chance they get – I'm not buying it.
As much as I enjoy K. Michelle’s music, I’m tired of her crying about how awful “the bloggers” are to her. She did so on a recent episode of Love & Hip Hop: New York, and more recently on Instagram where she professed, “People can say what they want about me, and never give me the accolades I deserve, but they can never take away my gift.” Girl + bye = my reaction.
I agree with blogger Miss Jia when she said of K. Michelle’s diatribe: “Hopefully as the year progresses, she (and other celebs) will begin to understand that you have to take the good with the bad when it comes to media and publicity.”
Indeed, though in this instance, one ought to have a little talk with the redhead in the mirror, too. With all due respect to K. Michelle, before you were finally able to release an album, you were a fledgling singer who joined a reality show in order to build a buzz for yourself. You were successful in that endeavor, but much of that had to do with the fact that you chewed the hell out of your co-stars. You know, K, those wise cracks about disfigured butt cheeks, aging rappers, and women you alleged were actually men. Remember all that? You being a walking game of the dozens helped fuel much of your initial popularity, but suddenly you have an issue with other critical people?
Oh, and here’s a pro tip: If you don’t want people gossiping about your private life, don’t chronicle it on Twitter, Instagram, and discuss it in detail on nationally syndicated radio shows like Power 105.1’s “The Breakfast Club.”
You are wonderfully talented I enjoy your shtick as this generation’s Millie Jackson. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean a single person owes you accolades, especially after one full-length album (which I bought). And even if you don’t get the kudos you think you deserve, remember that you don’t need anyone’s co-sign or validation. After all, aren’t you all about rebelling against the status quo?
Moving on, this week Ciara also engaged in an “I hate y’all bloggers” rant published on her Web site. In it, CiCi talks about a world that only existed within her questionable view of history. Of bloggers’ content, she says: “The stories are going from cool and creative to pure drama.”
Most gossip blogs, and thus the bloggers themselves, are nothing more democratized versions of gossip columns found in traditional publications. It’s always been about “pure drama” and you’re kidding yourself if you think otherwise. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. However, don’t pretend it’s never been there.
Moreover, not every blogger is this way. Sure, there are some blogs that I don’t ever visit for fear of suddenly desiring to pop my eyeballs out, but there plenty of alternatives to the cruder sites. Not to mention, you don’t have to read the comments section of any site, much less the one themed around entertainment news and gossip.
By the way, Ciara, you are a willing participant in all of this given you behave like an Instagram model and purposely venture to known paparazzi havens. That’s why I found it rather funny that you said, “I sure do miss the good ol days when the focus was about the pure creativity of being an artist. Back then there was still some mystery.”
Is that right, sis? You, who notably started a professional decline the second you took a detour from your destiny as the southern fried Janet Jackson and molded yourself in the image of Kim Kardashian. You miss mystery? Lead by example and stop telling us your damn business.
One more thing: “My questions to people creating slander about people are: What stops you from thinking twice about trying to defame someone? What are you trying to gain?”
Whatever you were trying here with Rihanna, you failed. But hey, I bought your album. An album I talked more about on my Twitter than you have in the press lately.
Lastly, I watched Bravo’s new show Blood, Sweat & Heels and heard Daisy Lewellyn say, “This is why I have problems with bloggers. They sit behind their computers. They don’t have any makeup on. They are not watching their weight. They are not attractive, and they say whatever they want.”
Not only is this untrue, it evades the larger point I want all of the aforementioned and you other pristine-only seeking publicity hound celebs to understand: If not for these Black bloggers, no one else would be talking about you.
Black bloggers created a space for a discussion of Black celebrities typically left out of the conversation – i.e. you Negroes not named Beyoncé, Rihanna, Halle Berry, Kerry Washington, and about two other ones depending on how slow the news day is. Does that excuse cruelty found on some of the sites? No, but it also doesn’t give you all the right to generalize a group of people for giving you the attention you all asked for.
You can’t advocate for truth with false information and you can’t call on people to be nicer to you if you’re misrepresenting them.