You’re a F***ing Bastard

Being called a bastard is such an endearing experience for me. People usually refer to other people as bastards because of their staunch views on a particular subject, their relentless tirades against an issue, or simply because they are assholes who simply don’t give much of a fuck about anything.

I’ve often been called an asshole. I’ve even sometimes been called a bastard. It used to hurt my feelings because I thought my method of conversation, both verbally and print, was simply a personal style of communication that spoke to my experiences as a human being and the result of a mother and father who never took sugar to coat anything other than cookies they never baked for me and my siblings as kids.

I have always been unapologetic about various stances especially as it relates to politics and race. I’ve often been referred to as the “little black panther” across Gamecock country where I went undergrad here in Columbia and many people, despite my 62 inch stature, have been intimated by my words when I open my mouth. And, I guess having my dad’s deep, raspy sound that sometimes reverberates because I simply do not understand how to speak with an inside voice when voicing my opinion didn’t help situations either.

However, as I began this blog some many weeks ago, I wanted to voice my experiences, my opinions as they relate to politics, education and music, with a quiet and meek tone that everyone could understand. And, today, as I began to write the 50th post for my blog and came up with nothing I decided to review my past posts so that I could begin to truly understand what this blog is about.

No, I didn’t understand Princepality, although I am the author, which sounds utterly ridiculous, but the one thing we have to realize is sometimes we don’t even realize how strong we feel about an issue or various issues until we begin to look back at our journal entries, or past college papers, or comments we’ve made to others, etc. And, so, I decided to review all of my past 49 posts so that I could not only begin to understand this blog, but myself.

I’ve realized, one, I use profanity. This was supposed to be a blog that editors could view for writing samples once I began applying for freelance writing positions. Well, I failed at that, at least for traditional publications, because I can’t keep four letter words out of my writing. I do not apologize for using fuck every now and again. In the words of Lauryn Hill, “…and even after all my logic and my theory, I add a motherfucka so you ignant niggas here me.”

I’ve realized, two, that this blog, although as an infant, crawled upon the floors of music, education and politics, as a toddler, it’s beginning to walk the fine line of race and race relations as it relates to music, education and politics. For me, reading through what I’ve published I’ve learned that my passion for race relations hasn’t died. I thought the passion in my relationship with race relations had fizzled, but it’s time for us to get some chocolate covered strawberries, some rose petals and some champagne because I’ve found love again.

And, finally, I’ve realized that I write with force. I always want people to own their own opinions. Never rent someone else’s ideas for convenience. Through my writing I live by my own example. My family is made up of every race one could imagine. A set of my great grandparents are white and so when I evaluate race I have to consider my own heritage with an understanding that just because my family may look like the melting pot we often refer to, America is not the same representation. And, just because the people in my family are understanding of what it means to cohabitate in ‘racial solidarity,’ the same is not true for the rest of the world. I feel like I have to continue the legacies of Malcolm X, the Black Panthers, SNCC, Martin Luther, Gandhi, Lumumba, Marcus Garvey, those of the Harlem Renaissance, etc. because if I do not their legacies will die.

Writing this blog has made me realize that for the rest of my life I will be dedicated to race relations and politics and I’ve realized that my writing style is not a traditional one. It has enabled me to begin to realize what I want to do permanently as a career. The blessing is I am currently in a position, at 30, where I’ve begun to prepare myself for the next 30 years of my life and it is so amazing to see it all come together.

So, yes, I might be an asshole or a fucking bastard, or at the least, as conveyed through my opinions and ways of communication, but it’s the bastard who always gets heard first. LOL…think about Rush Limbaugh. That is why I am unapologetic for my own stances….LOL.

J. Prince, Princepality 50

Reality TV is Killing Your Kids Softly

The Jersey Shore had a marathon sometime ago and due to the fact that I had nothing else to do but sit in the house because of an accident that Friday before, I decided to take a gander at the life and times of the guidos.

Please wait for my comments regarding this experience in my life.

Shortly after, I had the opportunity to watch little 15 and 16 year old girls who felt their vaginas were worth more than their brains share with the world just how hard it is to raise a baby while still in high school and I think MTV calls that show, 16 and Pregnant.

Please wait for my comments regarding this experience in my life.

Then, I said, let me really get into this thing. So, even though I didn’t know the exact story line, I watched the “wifeys,” as they’ve been referred to, of NBA stars bitch and argue about nothingness. Then, I watched a couple snippets of Love and Hip-Hop and saw that my girl from The Real World was up to the old antics of using reality TV to get a paycheck.

Please wait for my comments regarding this experience.

Finally, I watched an episode of The Braxtons. Specifically, the episode when “Mommy” (as grown ass women refer to their mother as Mommy) paraded in a boutique waisting film trying to find a wedding dress when it finally came out that she doesn’t even want a wedding per se.

Please wait for my comments regarding Tamar.

And, I came to the conclusion that maybe my children are so fucked up because of reality tv. Let me explain why I come to this conclusion.

And, disclaimer, I will say that in my experience both as a student and a professional I have only worked with low-income students so I will be speaking mostly about the effects these types of shows have on the student population that I have experience being and working with so please do not feel like this is a generalization for all students. But, I’m sure the effects are had on those kids who come from middle class and upper class homes as well.

First, reality television is not real. I know that because every season has a script. No more are the days where reality television includes actual raw arguments like that of Kevin Powell and his white roommate about real issues like race and politics. Reality television glorifies everything “fabulous.” The money, the cars, the houses, the top shelf liquors, the best clubs, the best designer clothes and jewelry, basically, the best bullshit one can have in life.

How does this effect your children? Well, as low income students who don’t have these types of luxuries, it sends a sense of urgency, and not a sense of patience for wealth and glamour. It feeds into the “get rich quick scheme” and ultimately, it stupifies a generation. It makes them think that money and materialistic items are more important than education, relationships, and people. It also allows them to feel like real issues like politics, race, gender equality and the like are not important because in essence, based on reality tv, if you have money and all these other things that come with it you will be happy. It is a diversion to program peoples’ minds so that they do not pay attention to the real issues. Please reference television ratings of CNN versus any reality television show.

This is the reason why students act like complete idiots in school. They do not understand how school, church (whatever religious and/or spirital practice you have choen for your home) or even relationships with people are important when these “celebrities” make millions (although most are not making millions) can get on television and be dumb as hell and make as much money as they want.

It goes back when the plague of professional athleticism hit young black men. Eight years ago when I began in this profession I would ask my young black males what were their future aspirations. I will say 75 percent of those students KNEW they were going to the PROs. Yea, um, let’s think for a second. First, let’s not even deal with the PROs, let’s just look at the rate of high school athletes that get scholarships for college sports. One percent you confirmed? Yes.

So, when our children watch these reality television shows they are getting a not so realistic view of American life.

And, that’s the other problem. Our children begin to think that most people outside of their communities live like these “celebrities” on these reality shows and they begin to isolate themselves, which results in a decline in self-esteem also resulting in lower performance in education. Some compare their lives to that of their peers on reality tv and give up because they do not feel like they will ever achieve academically and therefore, will never achieve a career that lends them the salaries to make what reality tv says is supposed to be real.

I THOUGHT THAT THE AMERICAN DREAM OF A HOUSE WITH A WHITE PICKET FENCE AND 2.5 KIDS AND A DOG WAS GOING TO BE A HARD MYTH TO DESOLVE FOR MY STUDENTS AND THEN AMERICA HANDS ME THIS BULLSHIT!

I apologize. I had to vent for a moment. I digress.

And, so when students watch Mike the Situation pull up a shirt and show his abs, receive endorsements worth millions, and go on to have that American Dream they then say that what I’m teaching is obsolete because the world doesn’t work in that capacity anymore. Neither college nor career is an important facet in life because all I have to do is go to the gym, get ripped, get on some tv show and make millions.

THE WONDERS OF THE WORLD

Or, I can have a young lady protest and say, well, all I have to do is drink beer all day and go to the beach on camera and get arrested for public intoxication on national television, get paid, and INSTANT SUCCESS! Thanks Snookie! Congrats on the baby!

Or, get this, maybe I’ll have young ladies fill out college apps to major in whoredom so they get the star athlete, regardless if she loves him or not, marry him, have a baby, give him a reason to cheat, sue him for alimony, and be set for the rest of her life.

Or, I can marry a man who is record exec and take advantage of my sister’s fame to have a tv show and consistently refer to myself in the third person comparing myself to Beyonce (although I may never have that type of fame) and ultimately be “successful.” Tamar, you’re the best!

Oh no! I got it. Maybe I’ll have a student who says fuck it! I want that money, now. Let me have sex at 15 without a condom, get pregnant, call MTV studios with a sob story and they’ll come film me and then I’ll get the exposure and become a model about four years later. Preciate ya, MTV. You’ve really outdone yourself.

It is senseless. It is important for us, as adults, to monitor what our students watch and what influences their values in life. We are allowing the television to be mothers and fathers because we are too lazy to raise them ourselves.

But, guess what, you wasn’t too lazy too bust that nut. They’ve always said, pleasure comes with pain. Well, parents, take a Vicodin and let’s keep it moving because if you continue to allow these CAST MEMBERS, please note they are referred to as cast members (television show), to raise your children I will not earn my social security benefits. And, I would like to get my check at the age of 62.

My deepest regards,

J. Prince, Princepality 36

HMMIC: Taking the Nigga Out of the Equation

I am a minority male (referencing how minority is considered in our country). I am a black male and therefore, being realistic, there wasn’t high expectations for my future. There were two expectations for my life and I heard these expectations time and again throughout my life because I attended all black primary and secondary schools. People would always say:

“You are going to end up in two places as a black male–prison or a graveyard.”

Well, the latter is inevitable, but I guess the sentiment was that I would end up being shot because I would ultimately sell drugs as a means of income because their would not be other options for me beyond that of the community that I live. And, for other minorities, such as Hispanics, those expectations were the same. What was different in my life is that I had parents, family, teachers, and even church members who told me otherwise and therefore, although not at the point I would like to be in my life, I didn’t succumb to the low expectations society had created for me.

And, I realize that so many of my peers didn’t succumb to those expectations either.

This past weekend the regional organization for the department that I work for had its annual Tri-State conference in Charleston, SC. I served as a committee chair so for the past seven months we’ve been in constant communication with our three Tri-State chairs planning and organizing the conference. Our committees are made up of all different races, genders, socioeconomic backgrounds, and varying experiences in general.

Throughout the planning for this event we would have conference calls every two weeks for updates, advice, approvals, etc from our chairs and our last meeting was the Sunday the conference began this past weekend. As we sat in the hotel boardroom to begin and all three chairs sat down to begin the meeting I realized something.

All three chairs were minority men under the age of 35. Two black, one hispanic. All married and all directors of their respective programs at the home institution for which they work. All optimistic young men who consistently encourage his staff to be successful and all willing to go the extra mile to ensure their staff is guided in the right direction and all three have worked together diligently without a hint of disagreement, jealously, malice, etc.

As I sat back and watched these young men facilitate this meeting advising their committees made up of people who some exceeded them in age by more than 25 years made me proud. They had proven, even at a regional level, that young minority men can have leadership roles and be succesful. And, the reviews for the conference and its organization were mostly positive and it was both enjoyable and educational.

I would like to congratulate these young men and their continued effort to prove that myths created about race and gender are not true. Antonio Robinson, who is the Director of Upward Bound Math Science in Charleston, SC, Ray Cabrera, Coordinator of Upward Bound in Florida, and William Troy Curry, Director of Talent Search in Atlanta, Georgia.

You guys are my heroes! Much respect!

J. Prince, Princepality 35

Hip-Hop Sunday School: Metaphors

Pastor Troy-Vice Versa

In this metaphorical lyrical rampage Pastor Troy illuminates the complexities we have with spirituality and cosmic precepts. To compare and contrast, what we learned in our last session of Hip-Hop Sunday School, we see God becomes the Satan and Satan becomes God. With lyrics like, “God is trying to kill me,” we understand how difficult it is for us to sustain religious beliefs when we sometimes think our prayers aren’t being heard.
One of the hardest songs in the genre, ‘Vice Versa’ is definitely the lyrical rampage that makes us think about how to bring the calm in our lives.

J. Prince, Princepality 16

Shoot ‘Em Up: Violence in Hip-Hop

I grew up in a Christian home and a minister as my mother who feared that Hip-Hop would corrupt her children and forbid the likes of music videos on our television screens and “devil music” to blast from our radios so as much as I tried to immerse myself in the culture, my upbringing was the biggest hindrance.

Needless to say that fateful Monday morning, the weekend after March 14 when Biggie Smalls had been shot with no hopes of finding the killer, speculation being the biggest suspect, I didn’t know that one of my favorite, new found rappers had been killed the Friday before.

As I walked into art class just as the tardy bell rung, still a fresh eyed freshmen trying to piece together my place in Hip-Hop, I was stunned to hear the news so many had been afforded to hear three days before I did.

“Did you hear?”

“Did I hear what?”

“They shot Biggie. He’s dead.”

I looked confused, a little dumbfounded of course because clearly I had not learned the three day old news until the top of a rainy morning when I should’ve been able to watch the news reports when it actually happened. I felt cheated because this type of information is what I should know if I was going to truly call myself a ‘fan of Hip-Hop.”

What was even more shocking is that just some months before Afeni Shakur had just sent the body of her son through a crematorium as a result of the same crime that took the life of Hip Hop’s ultimate bad boy.  My thirteen year old brain couldn’t fathom how this could happen, again.

And, as we soon commemorate the death of Biggie in a couple of days I think about the progress we’ve made in Hip-Hop and the question becomes, have we grown out of the violence ridden messages we send to our youths in 16 bars?

I guess one could argue that we’ve certainly come a long way since the inception of gangsta rap and the promotion of gang violence in our communities, but how far do we have to go?

Well, we could ask C-List rapper Young Buck because after this past weekend, if it had not been for his speedy response to a drive by shooting, we would be commemorating his death this same time next year.

It seems the rapper had been out last night and after leaving a venue a car pulled next to him and opened fire leaving his car with proof of eleven shots that injured one of his passengers. Luckily, he and his other passenger escaped with no injuries and will live to see another day, but ultimately the scenes we reminisce in movies, news, and lyrics of drive-bys and club shootings are not our past, but our present.

About three weeks ago I got a text from a coworker with little details about one of her closest students falling victim to a drive by in a neighborhood close by my high school alma mater. What’s even worse is the young man fell victim to a drive by, not in a motor vehicle, but a 10 speed bicycle.

In an economy where even the middle class is struggling to keep up with car payments, increase in gas prices, and a hike in insurance rates, it seems the economically disadvantaged will partake in the message of violence by any means necessary. It is risky behavior to drive by and shoot or even shoot in the open and then jump in the car that would be labeled, ‘the getaway,’ but it says a great deal when you will risk your life to open fire on a bicycle. If the police had been called that young man would have been way easier to track down than if he were in a vehicle and so it speaks toward the value that our children have of their own lives, much less the value they have for others’ lives.

So, as we commemorate the death of Biggie Smalls, one of the kings of Hip-Hop, we need to evaluate how we can make a difference in the minds of our youth who listen to lyrics that promote “bicycle drive bys” and how we can change how our youth look at life and its value.

J. Prince, Princepality 14

A Course in Hip-Hop: Part 2

Curtis Jackson, otherwise known as 50 Cent, dropped to a New York sidewalk some years ago after being shot some eight or nine or ten times. Now, back in the day in the beginnings of what we now call gangsta rap, he would have been seen as the “bitch.” However, with his uncanny whit and pseudo bravado he flipped the coin of what is traditionally gangsta and made being the bitch the top dog in an otherwise compromising situation.

His ultimate strategy? To make it more about his strength to overcome the shooting than being a shooter who bragged about shooting someone else. What’s important about 50 Cent’s story? This story still illuminates the hyper masculine ideal of what it is to be a black man in America, but with a twist that confused Hip-Hop fans about what is gangsta, as our Nation equates what it is to be gangsta to what it is to be a black man.

That last statement seems a little obsolete because we would like to think with a black man who is president and who is “eloquent in his speech” as a white Northerner referred to his “proper English” skills, but in reality, our young men are still confused about what it is to be black in America, and even worse, what it is to be a black man in America.

I believe this is the reason why Byron Hurt, a filmmaker, philanthropist, community activist, and Hip-Hop genius, created the documentary my young men watched today entitled, “Barack and Curtis: Manhood, Power and Respect.” This documentary details, through dialogue with various culture critics, how black manhood became synonymous with gangsterism and why black men who do not project themselves as gangstas are seen as “less than” in comparison to their “gangsta” counterparts.

Last session the students also watched the first part of a series entitled, “Hip-Hop: Beyond Beats and Rhymes” where we had an open dialogue about why Hip-Hop has embraced misogyny, violence, trapping, and prison sentences as a means of proving one’s manhood.

The two documentaries together have spawned some really good conversations about their own experiences as growing black men who not only want to embrace Hip-Hop culture and all it has to offer, including the negative stereotypes aforementioned, as well as having hopes of being future professionals who want to enter the working world.

The dichotomy is as simple as the young minister says in the film and it was one of the most important pieces of conversation in either documentary, “every black man who goes into a studio has got two people, him, in terms of who he really is and the thug he feels he has to be, it is a prison for us.”

And, the warden is commercialism. As discussed in “Barack and Curtis,” with young men coming through the ranks without solid, positive black role models the only example they have of what it is to be a man is mainstream media, i.e., music, movies, television. With networks and labels who deliberately push these images, which are reminiscent of such stereotypes as the ‘buck,’ and ‘the stud,’ they grow up believing that they cannot be the respectable black men some of their mommas are raising them to be, but in order to survive in a world where the white supremacist patriarchal ideal is alive and well, they have to be thug they are expected to be.

In my classroom I have to make these young black men understand the difference between what it is to be a black man in America versus what it is to be a thug in a society who expects nothing less than deviant behavior, the same behaviors taught to them during the colonial eras.

I will say, these students are beginning to realize this double consciousness within themselves and they are taking a step back to think about the things they are doing to not only keep themselves imprisoned in this train of thought, but how they treat other black men that influence this captive attitude.

“When is the last time you called another young black man a bitch, “ I ask? Responses ranged from today to last week. The same applied…”when is the last time you called another young black man a punk, a pussy, a stan…” These are the types of questions I ask in order to make them check their own self-identities and how they promote the very negative stereotypes that were made to defeat their future success.

It is with humility that I say, I think this exercise will be a major catalyst in their lives because for some reason, the district isn’t trying to teach these concepts to our youth. With a higher concern in how they test as a justification for firing teachers to save districts money across the Nation, issues such as this never even make it to the back burner.

However, that is another discussion within itself. I look forward to reporting a Part 3.

J. Prince, Princepality 11

High School Student Undermines Campus Authority Before He Even Gets to College

For years, we watched as Cartman, the fictional fat faced kid with a foul mouth, go on rampages of power in the now classic Comedy Central satire, “South Park” yelling at his peers and teachers “respect my authoriti…” as he waved his black stick of authority and a badge that read, “hall monitor.”

It seems these days its college institutions that wave its monetary baton asking for millions of high school seniors every year to afford its outlandish application fees, tuition bills, and housing costs. But, for one high school student living in Orange County, California, that authority is just one he can’t respect.

Chase Miller has devised a plan on just how he can combat the institutional authority that says you can’t get to college if you don’t have the money.  And here’s how:

THINK SMART-It’s not important to just take a rigorous curriculum that will enhance your educational experience at the institution of your choice, but it is also important to take additional courses for college credit to cut the tuition tab after completing your degree. For Chase, he not only did well with his high school courses, but he signed up to take college courses for credit through his high school, a free ride to a starting sophomore year. With 32 college credits under his belt for free, he’s saved over $28,000 because his freshmen year of college was also his senior year in high school.

GO FOR THE LONGTERM-Students across the country have developed a strategy of attending two year community colleges or technical colleges to save money on their first or second year of college because the tuition rates at these institutions are so much cheaper. But, for Chase, he says its smarter to begin at a four year institution if a bachelors degree is your heart’s desire, but sacrifice some of the keg parties and dorm room cuddling for a couple of years. He plans to stay on campus to network, make friends, and get comfortable with college life the first year and then move back home for his last two years to save on room and board.

CAR ENVY-Last but not least, this young penny pincher believes the best way to save money is to ditch the car and take public transportation or ride with friends to class. With the increase in gas prices, insurance for students under 25, and state car tax rates that sometimes equal more than the monthly payment itself, he feels it’s smarter to catch the bus to and from home.

Get your calculator because you are about to wowed. After devising such a stringent, but intelligent plan, especially for a young student such as himself, Chase will save over $81,000 in tuition and housing cost if he sticks with his program.

For all students, Chase is a shining example of what it takes to be financially savvy when institutions across the country are run more like a business than a safe space for student learning. Take notes America.

J. Prince, Princepality 7

Harvard Hero!

He is one of the tallest Asian-American men I’ve ever seen not in person. He is recorded in articles as being potentially one of the greatest basketball players in the league. He hasn’t scored less than 28 points in any one game since he’s been officially drafted in the NBA and took the position of Point Guard in the city that never sleeps. ESPN and other news reports have spoken his name more than the Pope has said God in the past ten years. Even Kobe Bryant looks at him in admiration as he silently sings to himself that his eyes are green because he eats a lot of vegetables.

But, what is about Jeremy Lin that makes me so impressed?

The fact that he is a Harvard graduate THEN turned NBA superstar. Imagine the passion you have to have for both education and sports to maintain a 3.1 grade point average at one of the Nation’s most respected Ivy League institutions while also being one of their star players. Jeremy Lin is my hero!

Jeremy Lin is my hero because I want him to be the hero to my students and other students across the Nation who have hopes and dreams of being successful point guards, centers, defensive ends, quarterbacks, pitchers, and even golfers. Because what Jeremy Lin has proven is that education does not have to take a back seat to athleticism.

No longer do my students and students across the world have to succumb to the idea of being the dumb jock who barely makes the grade. No longer do they have to make the decision of if they want to be popular in the classroom or on the court.

And, not only is this young man a bright, energetic, humble player who understands the importance of team work and education, he is a minority who is taking the world by storm not only because he is athletic, but because he is an intellectual.

If Jeremy Lin were a movie he would get two thumbs up and five stars–if Jeremy Lin were a Hip-Hop album he would get five mics and a triple XL–if Jeremy Lin were television show he would, well, I’m not exactly sure how they rate television shows but I am sure you get my drift.

In the words of one of my funniest facebook friends and former middle school peer, Big Pat, all we do is Lin, Lin, Lin, no matter what!

So ready for my next career exploration activity where I can give a Lintomonial to all my student athletes who just don’t understand just how athletics and education go hand in hand.

-J.Prince, Princepality 5

Course: Film 101, Instructor: Jay-Z, Institution: School of the Hard Knocks

One day back in undergrad a kid called me eclectic. I had never thought of myself as eclectic until I went home that day and looked in the mirror. I had on an orange Bob Marley shirt, with ripped fatigue shorts and the bottoms cut into boxes like the top of a castle, some orange chucks with fatigue shoe strings and a beanie (in the middle of summer). Yes, I then had to accept my eclecticism (for a lack of another word created to express what is eclectic).

No wonder I would love this video created by eclecticmethod of vimeo.com who gives you a history lesson in film by Blue Ivy’s daddy himself, Jay mother fuggin Z!

Check it out!

-J.Prince, Princepality 4

99 Problems In Film (EM) from Eclectic Method on Vimeo.

Forgive Me Father for I Know Exactly What I Did, Sincerely, Nikki Minaj

Nikki Minaj has a confession to make.

Sunday’s performance at the Grammys was intentional.

The bible says “an eye for an eye” and Nikki’s vision seemed to catch the eyes of America. With fantastical elements of sheer creativity, she exposed Catholicism for everything that is wrong. Her exposition of fake confessional booths, exorcism, and dancing monks and choir boys, all made a point to one man who seems to have given Minaj and her pop culture peers a hard time for their negative influence in the lives of the youth across the Nation. That man would be Bill Donohue, a staunch Catholic, Sociologist, writer, and President of the Catholic League, who believes that pop culture is an abomination to all.

His relentless campaign against the musical genre and its culture has prompted Little Red Riding Minaj to prove to him once and for all that when you air another culture’s dirty laundry they can put your streak lined underwear on display as well. So, while Donohue chose to discuss the evil nature of songs and videos that flash across the screens of those who watch stations like BET and MTV, Minaj chose to not only poke fun at some of Catholicism’s rituals that seem to be not so Christian. In the words of the President himself, “the most vulgar part is the was the sexual statement that showed a scantily clad female dancer stretching backwards while an alter boy knelt between her legs in prayer.”

It seems the molestation of choir boys behind the doors of many confessional booths due to the vow of celibacy with women was a major attraction of Sunday’s performance and was definitely a low blow to Donohue, And, it seems Minaj just might have scored a TKO. Journalists across the country have reported on this debacle, which has afforded Minaj the pop of attention she so desperately wanted.

It seems that not only can she levitate as the blonde haired singer on the stage of the Grammys, she does so in the likes of the Washington Post and New York Daily News as well.

Forgive her father for she knew exactly what she did…

J. Prince, Princepality 2