So, I am sure that if you have been patrolling the blogs this morning at your work desk like everyone else, then you have probably heard about the allegations made by Wendy Williams’ talent booker, Nicole Spence, stating that Wendy’s husband, Kevin Hunter, not only tried to “proposition” sex with her, but also beat the hell out of Wendy on the regular.

Now, I don’t like to judge a book by its cover (as dusty as this one may be), but Wendy does look like she may have gotten her wig knocked off a couple of times. Anyway, that’s besides the point. SOHH.com caught up with the radio diva and spoke to her about women in abusive relationships. She got a bit emotional about it and sounded annoyed. She speaks the truth, though. 

UPDATE: TMZ has nabbed legal documents from Ms. Spence. You won’t believe some of the crazy shit going on here, folks.

The prosecution in the Remy Ma assault case gave their closing arguments yesterday (Mar. 16) as the trial for the Bronx-bred rapper comes to a end.

As previously reported by SOHH, Remy Ma’s lawyer, Ivan Fisher, said in his closing arguments that the prosecution did not prove that the shooting was anything more than an accident. …

But prosecutors rebutted the claim. According to the Associated Press, Assistant District Attorney Michael McIntosh defined an accident as “an unforeseen occurrence,” and told the jury, “That’s not what happened here.” …

The prosecutor said Smith, after shooting Barnes-Joseph, did not check her body for wounds, call for medical help or take the plaintiff to a hospital.

“Instead, she ran,” McIntosh said. “The reason she ran was because she knew what happened in the car. Your friend is shot. Do you run or do you call 911?”  [ source ]

Hug your cooch and get used to that tangerine colored jumpsuit, Rem! Looks like you’re going to prison.

Speaking of horrible new films, I was shocked to walk into my home the other day only to see this DVD sitting all proud by my television set. It looks like Vivica Fox smuggled in a sequel to her 2001 film, Two Can Play That Game.

Shanté Smith has moved to Atlanta where she’s the Love Doctor, helping women get their men to the altar. Tiffany calls her after she catches her boyfriend, Byron, in a clinch with his boss, Carla, just after he wins a competition similar to “The Apprentice.” Shanté initiates a five-step program for Tiffany while Byron seeks advice from his best friend, Gizzard [ SAY WHAT?! — Kid Fury ]. The five steps include her meeting his family and her offering and withholding sex; Byron and Gizzard respond with their own strategies. Then, Bryon consults Shanté: has the Love Doctor switched sides? And, what happens if Byron finds out that Tiffany’s playing games? Can true love run without a play book?

Is this the level we had to dive down into to keep our name in the Blue Light Special section, Viv? The sad part about all this is that I thought “Two Can Play” was a pretty good flick, but I’ll be damned before I seep down into this shit. All that Photoshop treachery on Ms. Fox’s face is enough comedy for me, thanks.

See, this is what happens when you try to turn a video hoe into an actress — the heavens pour down devastation and terror on all of us. What the hell made anybody think that Angel Lola Luv (who I still think is a little off) could have a speaking role in a movie? I don’t wanna say model puss had anything to do with it, but judging by this trailer I found at RealTalkNY, I don’t understand how she made it past the cold reading.

Hell, I didn’t even think she could read!

The Cynical Ones is another blog that reminds me a lot of mine — the name says it all. The author, Michael, is a very talented and witty writer, who picks up on various details and delivers hilarious (but true) commentary on it all. From music to television to politics and the like, it is all there and you will love it. Check it out!

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Who knew Nelly and Ashanti liked magic shows? I guess the couple that tricks together sticks together. It is too bad they couldn’t come up with some hocus-pocus to get them back in the limelight, but hey…

Guests aren’t the only ones getting surprises on The Tyra Banks Show. The host is, too.

A Georgia man accused of stalking the supermodel chat-show host was arrested last Tuesday after paying multiple unwanted visits to the New York studio that houses Banks’ show.

According to the criminal complaint filed against Brady Green, the 37-year-old has reportedly been stalking the star since early January and has attempted to contact the daytime fixture numerous times—appearing at her Los Angeles studio, making repeated phone calls and sending multiple letters to her workplace and even having flowers delivered at her studio.

He was ultimately busted by NYPD officers last week at her Manhattan TV studio after hopping a bus from his home state to New York. [ source ]

I wonder if it is Tyra’s innate eye-smiling ability that has Brady urging for a taste. Who could blame him?

I’m sorry. I want to be nice, but somebody has to say this.

Are you trying to tell me that this is the best Pharrell could do for his artist’s first video? Teyana is a young woman with the potential to be big. She has a decent voice, a nice rap flow, and impeccable style. However, first impressions are everything and I have seen better music videos on Sesame Street. Star Trak could have pitched in something a little extra for this mess.

Better luck next time, girl.

Thanks to E.Jay from AmalgaMade for explaining Beyonce’s new Dereon ad to us. It was supposed to be a play on the movie poster from 1999’s Brad Pitt flick, Fight Club. I actually saw that film and the poster several times and never put these two together. Besides, Brad managed to get the job done without looking like he had a case of Taco Bell bubble guts. Anyway, it’s nice to get some closure.

thishoeisalwayscopyingpeople….

Jennifer Lopez did the People Magazine thing and premiered her twins’ photos in this week’s issue. I’m not supposed to talk ill about babies, because they are all a blessing from our Lord God. Anyone else think they look like daddy, though? I’m just saying….