The Irreplaceable Largesse Recommends Beyonce

“Hip-Hop is dead.”  That’s a popular argument these days.  Most argue the growing schism between the mainstream and the underground has left each group powerless in its own way: underground is inaccessible to most with its simplistic beats and overtly resistive themes while mainstream is devoid of all substance, aiming only to sell records in a The Producers model.  I argue something different.  The age of the mainstream lyricist may have ended, but Hip-Hop is most certainly not dead.  It just has different heroes, with Beyonce chief among them.  Twenty years ago, Rolling Stone would have scoffed at the idea of a female Hip-Hop culture icon.  So how did this happen?  Lets turn the clock back a few years.

The World Champion Largesse Recommends Derek Sanderson Jeter

Where to start?  The four rings?  The sterling reputation?  His friendship with Yogi Berra?  How about the two runs he scored in Tuesday’s All Star Game (his tenth ASG)?  Tell you what, let’s just keep it simple; here’s some “stats.”

The Scientific Largesse Denounces Jenny McCarthy

Did it ever strike you as strange that Jenny McCarthy “cured” autism?  Perhaps this concept makes more sense to you when you consider that she was aided by Jim Carrey?  Jenny McCarthy and Jim Carrey cured autism.

(deep breath)

The Largesse Sadly Denounces Scarlett Johansson

I wanted this to be different.  Really, I did.  “Scarlett fever” has been running wild for a few years now, and when I sat down to consider why, I hoped, and probably expected, that a quick look at its boobs roots would yield a satisfactory answer.  Instead, I’m left to consider whether I think Ms. Johansson is better described as “all sizzle, no steak,” or “all hat, no cattle.”

The Slutty Largesse’s Arrested Development Wednesday Salutes: Lindsay Bluth Funke

Lindsay represents the liberal elite of the Bluth family, a woman who fashions herself an activist but who in reality divides her time pretty evenly between shopping and throwing back martinis with her mother.  (Something of a national pastime in the Bluth family, sharing drinks with Mother Bluth rarely ends well.)  For Lindsay, sharing drinks with her mom never ends well, and by the end of the series we start to understand a bit more as to why this is.  You see, Lindsay is both Michael’s twin sister and the adopted daughter of George and Lucille.  Do the math.

The Discerning Largesse Recommends Britney Spears’ Circus Tour

Shocking, appalling, obscene?  My recommendation of Britney Spears’ live-action mental breakdown/manic episode could be called all of these things.  It would be easy to say the music is baseless, even difficult to listen to.  Brit is an empty shell: dead on the inside, her once lusted-after-by-everyone-on-Earth-body not what it once was.  Other critics and bloggers have said this and more, but I don’t take the easy way out. I’m like a tiger in designer jeans and over-sized sunglasses.