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::Ode to Amber Rose::




Amber Rose has been all over this week defending herself against possibly infidelity.

http://hiphop.popcrunch.com/amber-rose-denies-cheating-on-kanye-west-with-cassidy"

I mean. She's a lot of things..but she's not a dumb hoe. Kanye is literally her job. Keeping him sprung is all that she has to do right now to keep the "celebrity" and "lifestyle" all comfy cozy. It's kinda like that boss you had, who hired his dumb niece with the big tits to answer the phones for the summer. Everyone knew she was a dumb hoe who beat out about 300 other more qualified applicants strictly because of nepotism. And everyone knew she'd be gone before the summer was over. But everyone still gave her a horrible eye cutting side glances everyday when they walked in. And she (smartly) smiled back and kept it moving. Because she knew (like all opportunists do) that she would eventually surpass them all.

Which leads us to little Miss Amber Rose. Who, in the great tradition of Rock Stars and their Model girlfriends....has become the PERFECT accessory for Mr. West.
There was a time when this was the norm. When it was expected that some hot blonde (bald, brunette whatever) would rise to infamy on their based off of nothing other than shocking fashion choices, and gorgeous faces. Jeri Hall. Bebe Buell.
All of these women because names of their own, just from the famous men they happening to be seen with.
If this was 1973 Amber Rose would be seen as a "muse" an "icon" rather than a "hoe" or "gold digger." They could be transported back in time to Studio 54 and be at the front of the line. The style, the image and the Ego that the two of them together have, transcends any generation. This is the true Rock status. The misunderstood artist, and the crazy bitch who loves him.

After all the drama with Kanye vs. the world. After the passing of his mother. The ending of his engagement. The lackluster response to 808;s (which everyone now thinks is the greatest thing on Earth) This is exactly what he needed.
A strikingly gorgeous bald amazon of a woman...to stir things up. Someone to match his ego perfectly.
To sit in the front row with him at every single fashion show, and laugh. As everyone else behinds them whispers and snickers.

Because they know what nobody else in that room does. They don't care. That is celebrity. Knowing the whole world thinks you're a bunch of crazies...but knowing that you have enough money and talent to shut them all up.
No press is bad press.

She will ride this wave until something better comes along. Or until it gets boring.
Or whatever.

And then there will be the next big booty girl...and the snickers and glares will start all over again.

So please don't judge Miss Rose too harshly. She's simply fulfilling one of the most important roles in Hollywood. She is the ultimate jump-off. She is the perfect trophy groupie. She is the one that will keep him happy and producing and rapping and in a good place.
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  1. MonkichiJune 10, 2009 at 9:35 AM

    miss amber rose the wave till it crashed into a faded rose.
    kayne is back on the market shopping for his next full time muse!

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