Heading into week number five of being laid up post surgery has been a challenge. Keeping my mind occupied has been my main priority. Thus writing this column right here right now is filling it...for this moment in time and space... Wanna know what else has been filling it? Read on minions, read on!!! Congratulations to Super Model Ashley Graham she has a "Baby On Board" Chickens for McNuggets Binge watched season one of The Good Fight, meaning I really liked it, because if you knew how hard it is for me to sit and binge watch anything... Trash Bag Mermaid wants to sing you a song Renaming the part of Fifth Avenue which includes Trump Tower after Barack Obama is twisted genius at it's finest 😈 My manifestations are at an all time high at present, yours? Being a submissive for a supernatural force can make you kill, the more you know
Man Crush Of The Week - This one is retro, young Marlon Brando “In the future, everything the public believes will be a lie.”~Andy Warhol None of these so called experts have the stones to engage with them I know where Muffin lives Well your no Julia Roberts so how I am supposed to trust you? Standing up for what you believe in isn't a virtue if what you believe in is awful Give it a name Get down to the Master Beat with me at - https://www.instagram.com/michaelshinafelt/?hl=en https://twitter.com/mshinafelt?lang=en
Does anyone wonder what would have transpired if Joan Crawford were alive today? Well wonder no more your prayers, or perhaps nightmares have been answered!
Check out the press release below to get the 411 on what m.o.m.m.i.e.D. is up to now, that's correct I said now, like at this very moment now...
When JOAN CRAWFORD is stopped at the gate to Hollywood Heaven and ordered to Hell “for reasons well known to her,” she charms (acts) her way past the aspiring-rapper guard and manages to enter Heaven on probation. To get off parole, she must return to Earth to both explain her Mommie Dearest sins and perform good works, most notably: rescue true celebrity back from today’s reality starlets and civilian selfies.
In her riveting posthumous fake autobiography, MOMMIE SMEAREST: See Joan Crawford In Bitch Selfie Ain’t Make You No Movie Star, Joan, writing as L. LeSueur, reinvents herself as the rap artist mo.m.m.i.e.D.
From a secret base at a Florida trailer park, JOAN CRAWFORD launches a raucous plotline that parodies today’s rich and famous − including reality starlets from Hollywood, Washington, Wall Street and the mall – many of whom Crawford finds lacking as true stars. As part of her good works to gain entry to Heaven, Joan plots to unmask a corporate executive blowhard in a mini-skirt-power-suit she views as a personal-brand-building fraud. And most significantly, Joan takes aim at the newest form of “d”-lebrities: everyday people who think they’re stars because their YouTube video has gone viral or their selfies have a thousand likes on Facebook.
In addition to trailer parks and a chicken-processing factory, readers are whisked into phony-fabulous locales including Trump Tower, pro-football stadiums, boardrooms, and the New York Times social columns. In between her squabbles and plot twists, Joan offers hilarious flashbacks from her own rich Hollywood life, including a never-revealed (until now!) audition for TV’s The Brady Bunch, and a feature-length lie called Monster Dearest: Keeping Up with the Crawfords, in which Crawford sort of, but not really, explains herself as Mommie Dearest. She even records her first rap song and video, “Bitch, Selfie Ain’t Make You No Movie Star”, watch it and watch it now!!!
In the end, multiple story lines converge into an affirming crescendo celebration that includes criminal indictments, a high-profile gay society wedding, and the final verdict on Joan’s entry into Hollywood Heaven. It all serves as a reminder of the ‘realness’ of fame, especially in today’s celebrity-obsessed culture where anyone with a smartphone can be a star.
