Yes. This happened in real life. Florida Woman Arrested For Hitting Boyfriend In Eye With Condom Via TheSmokingGun A 19-year-old Florida woman was arrested early Sunday morning for domestic battery after allegedly striking her live-in boyfriend in the eye with a box of condoms. According to police reports, Dominique Claridge and William Hessian, 19, got into a verbal argument that turned physical around midnight. The squabble took place inside a car being driven by Hessian near the couple’s Bradenton home. Claridge told cops that the pair argued about Hessian “talking to some other girl.” At one point, Claridge threw a box of condoms at Hessian, striking him in the left eye. The alleged prophylactic attack left Hessian with “minor bruising to the eye area,” police noted. Investigators did not describe the size of the condom box that struck Hessian, who works as a welder. Claridge is a waitress at Tijuana Flats, a Mexican restaurant in Bradenton. While Claridge copped to flinging the condoms at Hessian, she claimed it was in retaliation for him slapping her in the face. She also claimed that Hessian tried to pull her out of the vehicle. Hessian told deputies that Claridge also punched him several times. Since deputies could not determine the primary aggressor in the confrontation, Claridge and Hessian were both arrested for misdemeanor domestic battery and briefly booked into the county jail. The couple is scheduled for a January 29 court. Protection turned weapon. SMH. Image via Police Continue reading →
Time to stand up… John Legend Challenges The People To Fight For Change Just after releasing his inspirational duet with Common from the Selma sundtrack, John Legend is speaking out on the fight for change and placing a call to action for everyone to stand and demand policy change. Via Billboard : When Common and I wrote the song “Glory” for the stunning new film Selma, we drew inspiration from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his contemporaries who strived and sacrificed to achieve racial equality in the face of seemingly hopeless odds. As I watched the final version of Selma, I did so with the backdrop of the streets of many of our major cities filled with protesters, crying out for justice after yet another unarmed black person’s life was taken by the police with impunity. After the events of the past few weeks, in Ferguson, Mo.; Staten Island; Phoenix; and Cleveland, things feel eerily the same. While it is important to recognize and acknowledge racial progress through the years, it is also clear that we are far from King’s dream of equality and justice for all. Slavery ended 150 years ago. The most egregious elements of Jim Crow were deemed illegal 50 years ago. But the problems of structural racism are old and ongoing. We still have a huge wealth gap rooted in decades of job, wage and housing discrimination. Voting restrictions that disproportionately affect the poor, minorities and youth are in place and growing. A persistent gap between black and white student achievement points to an education system that fails to provide a ladder of opportunity for everyone. African-American communities are being crushed by a criminal justice system that over-polices us, over-arrests us, over-incarcerates us and disproportionately takes the lives of our unarmed youth because of the simple fact that our skin, our blackness, conjures the myth of a hyper-violent negro. I did an album with The Roots in 2010 called Wake Up! We wanted to use music to encourage young people who were politicized by the election of President Barack Obama to continue mobilizing. We covered songs from the 1960s and ’70s by artists like Nina Simone and Curtis Mayfield as inspiration and a blueprint. They marched. They wrote songs. They met with political leaders. They provided financial support. They risked arrest. Today, I am part of a generation of artists who benefit from unprecedented access to our fans. Tools like Twitter and Facebook act as a megaphone, allowing us to speak directly and powerfully to millions of people. Yet our actions, or lack thereof, speak louder: 140 characters cannot excuse us of our obligation to stand up, sit in or march forward. Obama recently told the young activists gathered in the Oval Office to “think big, but go gradual.” His words reminded me of President Lyndon B. Johnson’s reluctance to tackle voting rights, as depicted in Selma. Despite Johnson’s qualms, civil rights activists refused to wait for a more convenient political time. They took to the streets and used grass-roots organization and the moral force of their argument to create better conditions so the legislation could pass. We can’t wait for gradual and incremental change. Our government is a democracy, by the people and for the people. It is time for the people to wake up, stand up and demand change. Nice. What do you think of what he had to say??
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Jada Pinkett-Smith Shares Stunning Bikini Photo Of Her 61-Year-Old Mother Veteran Hollywood actress Jada Pinkett-Smith has always been known for keeping her slimmy-trimmy body on point….and now we now exactly where she gets it from. The Smiths reportedly spent their Thanksgiving holiday in Jamaica this year and Jada took to social media to share this flawless photo of her 61-year-old mother Adrienne, taken by her daughter Willow: Shhhhhheeesss! Mama Jada is putting is all to shame this holiday season, riiigght? Hit the flip for a few more flicks of Jada with her mom, including a shot of the family at Thanksgiving.
An absolute must-read It’s safe to say that this past year has probably been the worst of Janay Rice’s life. The story and accompanying video of her now-husband, Ray Rice, punching her unconscious inside an Atlantic City elevator became one of the biggest and most emotionally-charged stories of the year. After numerous tweets, Facebook rants, and Instagram posts, Janay sits down with ESPN’s Jemele Hill to detail her relationship with Ray and what went down that fateful night. Via ESPN Editor’s Note: This is Janay Rice’s story, as told to ESPN’s Jemele Hill. On Wednesday, Nov. 5, Jemele interviewed Janay for three hours at the home of Janet Rice, Ray Rice’s mother, in their hometown of New Rochelle, New York. Ray Rice was not present. Janay’s account of what happened in Atlantic City, and in the months that followed, was written from Jemele’s extensive interview, as well as a phone follow-up. No questions were off limits. Janay Rice was given approval over its content and release date. There was something different about that day. The two of us were just off, starting that morning. I was annoyed because it was Valentine’s Day and Ray and one of his friends had planned a group trip to Atlantic City, while I had wanted to do something with just the two of us. I was going to surprise Ray at the hotel with a couples massage, but the manager spoiled the surprise by calling Ray to confirm the time, instead of checking with me. From that moment on I was annoyed with everything, but I continued to act as if I was fine. We weren’t even in Atlantic City yet and nothing seemed to be going right. After a silent, three-hour car ride we arrived at the hotel, where everything seemed to be much better. There were two other couples hanging out with us — Ray’s brother and his girlfriend, plus another couple we’d become close to in Baltimore. All of us went to dinner, and then met up again later at the club inside of the Revel Casino. We were drinking and having a good time. The six of us shared two to three bottles of liquor, which we also shared with a few fans who came up to us. After the club, our friends from Baltimore, Ray and I decided to go to the late-night restaurant in the casino. Ray and I were bickering. We were drunk and tired and while I know that some people may find it hard to believe, none of the six of us can remember exactly what Ray and I were arguing about. It was that insignificant. As we were arguing, he was on his phone and not looking at me. I went to reach for his phone, and when he grabbed it back, he spit at me and I slapped him. We got into the elevator and what happened inside is still foggy to me. The only thing I know — and I can’t even say I “remember” because I only know from what Ray has told me — is that I slapped him again and then he hit me. I remember nothing else from inside the elevator. The next thing I do recall is being in the casino lobby, surrounded by cops. The police separated us and arrested us. They told me they had the entire incident on video. I was bawling. The cops tried to tell me what happened and I refused to believe them. If anything, I just felt like I was still drunk. I said to one officer, “That’s not us. What do you mean?” There were no marks on my face or body, and I felt perfectly fine. I was in complete shock. They took Ray and I to the police station, where they held us together in the same room, but they kept us far enough apart so that they could talk to us separately. Eventually, we were left alone and Ray kept saying, “It’s going to be OK. We’ll be OK.” He just kept crying and apologizing, but I didn’t really want to speak to him. We were at the police station for about six hours. Our Baltimore friends waited patiently as the police questioned us, and then drove us back home. I didn’t want to talk because we weren’t in the car alone. While in the car Ray called his manager; the Ravens security director, Darren Sanders; and his mom. We stongly encourage everyone who has clicked on this story to read the essay in it’s entirety HERE . If you are one who continues to ask “Why the hell did she STILL marry him?!” perhaps it will give you some insight. If you are one who wants Ray Rice locked in a prison for the rest of his life, perhaps you change your mind. Flip the page to see a preview of Ray and Janay’s interview with NBC’s Matt Lauer. Image via Andrew Cutraro/ESPN
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