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Fur or Faux? PETA Goes to War with Kanye and Kelis

Hey Glamazons,

When it comes to fur, the controversy is never-ending. PETA activists feel just as strongly about animals that are slaughtered to produce fur as fur-lovers feel about their right to wear lavish vests and coats.

This conflict becomes even more outrageous when centered around celebs in the Hollywood circuit.

Ostentatious and luxe, furs seem like a match made in heaven for fashion-loving attention-seekers like Kanye West, Amber Rose and Kelis. But recently, their decision to wear fur has enraged anti-fur activists nationwide.

In a blog about Kanye West, PETA activists have resorted to name-calling and mud-slinging to stop him from wearing fur—with little success.

Check out both point of views in a letter from Kelis and a PETA blog about Kanye below.


After PETA blasted R&B singer, Kelis’ choice of wearing real fur, she responded immediately and adamantly in defense of fur-wearers. Her letter is pretty hilarious in tone (Kelis in general cracks me up!) but some may not agree with her stance on the issue and animal rights, in general. Check out her letter:

Good morning all!

Ok, so you’re gonna love this. The other day I got a personalized letter from PETA! Lol so after some thought I’ve decided to write one back. Goes a little something like this:

There is no humane way to kill anything, let me start there. It’s unfortunate but it’s part of life. With that being said, I would eat pterodactyl if you found some and you told me it was meaty and delicious. And after doing a very minimal amount of research…….

I found out that the founder Ingrid Newkirk is completely batty. I had a feeling but she far exceeded my expectations. I mean certifiably insane! Lol this chicks will is nuts, google it – it’s a riot! Beyond the fact that I think she’s a diabetic, which means she needs insulin, which is taken from lab pigs (I know this because my sister happens to be in veterinary school), which would be completely hypocritical. It’s like don’t abuse animals unless it can help me.

I feel very strongly about a lot of things such as the sweatshops that spin cotton and the blood on their hands. Btw it’s not just the look of fur. It’s warm as hell and feels glorious, ever rubbed faux fur on your body? Nothing luxurious about that. Then the letter proceeded to name artist and designers who don’t wear real fur. Great! More for me! I don’t judge them, don’t judge me.

If I started wearing endangered animals like polar bear or orangutan then talk to me. (Which btw for the record I would not – I do believe in the preservation of endangered species) But the minks and chinchilla that quite honestly are rodents and if weren’t in the form of a coat I would demand they be put to death anyway are not an issue to me. The death of high fashion. Ugh.

I eat meat, and in fact my mouth salivates as I type the word meat! And the paint throwing that’s just ridiculous! What if I was hurling Loubitons and Pierre Hardy’s at every sad poorly dressed person on the street? As right as I may be it’s just fanatical and crazy. And people have the right to feel as they please.

What about art? Survival of the fittest. Natural selection? No let’s just let all the rodents run free and over take our cities. Oh wait they have, NY and LA in particular are infested! Why don’t u save them all from scavenging on the streets and ruining my evening strolls, take them home. Make them pets! Get off my back! Pun intended!

Underpaid minorities picking your vegetables, now that’s fine for you right? Please, fight for their rights. How about the poverty in the communities of brown people around the world. She had the nerve to say (and I quote) “get over it” talking of the issue of black people and slavery in this country verses cows being slaughtered. Is she kidding me? Lol yes she must be. Actually, she’s lucky most black people have real issues to worry about in the U.S and don’t give a crap what her delusional privileged opinions are. But she should try saying that again just for kicks n giggles on the corner of Adam Clayton Powell Blvd in Harlem n see how well people “get over it” lol.

If u want to preach do it about something worthwhile don’t waste my time trying to save the dang chipmunk. Find a worthwhile cause like the women being maimed in these Middle Eastern countries. Or female circumcision. Or women’s rights here in America, we still get paid less for doing the same jobs as men.

Quite honestly if you hate the world so much go live in the forest where no one else has to hear you complain about the perfectly good food chain the good Lord created. Everyone has the right to an opinion, and that’s mine on that! xoxo


Outraged by Kanye and Amber Rose’s fur jackets worn during Paris Fashion Week, PETA took to their blog to condemn the couple:

The prettiest people do the ugliest things
For the road to riches and diamond rings
. . .
We’ll buy a lot of clothes but we don’t really need ’em
Things we buy to cover up what’s inside

—Kanye West, “All Falls Down”

West apparently lives by his lyrics. The ethical dropout—who horrified voters in PETA’s Worst-Dressed Celebrity competition last year—and his sleazy sidekick, Amber Rose, were snapped by paparazzi strutting around Paris in “the ugliest things,” indeed. Both were wearing head-to-toe fur, and Amber refused to remove her full-length lynx coat during a show at Paris Men’s Fashion Week.

As PETA V.P. Dan Mathews so eloquently put it, “Kanye can’t help making himself look like an idiot, whether at an awards show or a fashion show. He and his girlfriend look like pathetic creatures from a shabby roadside zoo.”

Pretty heated words! What do you think?

Are Kelis and Kanye socially irresponsible for wearing fur?

Do you agree that the murder and skinning of animals during the production of fur is just “survival of the fittest” as Kelis claims?

Should Kelis and Kanye be able to exercise the right to wear fur without being condemned and attacked by PETA?

Should PETA spend time worrying about human suffering and not the slaughter of animals? Hmm.

For the record, I choose to wear faux fur. Sure it doesn’t feel as luxurious (as Kelis points out above), but it enables me to embrace the glamour of a fur coat, vest or jacket without the guilt of how it was manufactured. My desire for fur is outweighed by my horror over how it is obtained—PETA claims animals are skinned alive and even electrocuted to produce fur. At the same time, I have no interest in ridiculing others for wearing it.

Not everyone chooses to take a neutral stance. What’s your opinion? Discuss.



A Day in the Life: Kelis (Nas and N.E.R.D.) Was Here

Hands down, one of the best things about this job—next to free products and meeting celebs—is the industry event. Whoever came up with it is truly a genius! The first and most important advantage: it’s FREE. Which is great for an entry-level budget. (And bad because I’m so spoiled now I wouldn’t pay a $25 cover to see Tupac resurrect himself from the dead in front of an audience at Madison Square Garden). 

And they’re always sponsored by a liquor company, so the specialty drinks and hors d’oeuvres are complimentary as well. That means the sponsors feed me and transport me to a state of inebriated bliss, then ambush me with ads and samples of their new product. And now every time I think of Adidas, let’s say, I’ll remember my full stomach, delicious cocktail and untouched bank account and of course, I’ll give it rave reviews in the magazine, right?

Tuesday night at the Smirnoff Experience/Cornerstone party was no different, atleast at the beginning. Ferocia and I undergo our normal glam routine so we don’t look like we spent the day working like field slaves. The flats are replaced with sky-high heels (hers, knee boots; mine, peeptoe booties) and liquid eyeliner and boldly-hued lip gloss wake up our tired faces. MAC’s tinted lipglass ($14, works wonders. 


Trust me, you should’ve seen what I looked like before the lip color! Love it!

This takes longer than expected of course (I’m on permanent CP time) so by the time we meet up with Beautylicious and cab it to Capitale, the line of industry insiders, inhumanely beautiful models and Faux-Rells (the trucker hat, fitted shirt wearing N.E.R.D. frontman wannabes) stretches down and around the block and keeps going. Umm, four words: hell to the no. 
At times like these, I’m always contemplating turning around, pulling off those devilish heels and tight leggings (I finally got them from H&M!) and crawling under my covers. But luckily, we spot our Uberlife friends near the front of the press line (which of course, is shorter, they treat you like royalty). And after standing for what seems like a century, we ambush our way into the club. Scrumptious pink lemonade and Smirnoff concoctions await us at the bar. And to our left is the cutest, most adorable glamazon ever!


Love the red glasses!
She stops us for a polaroid photo op and poses the question: If you were a cocktail, what would you be?


I want to say Poison (cue Bell Biv Devoe, big booty and a smile!) but we have to represent for the blogs so we go with Beautylicious, Coutura and Ferocia.


So glam!
And then the concert starts.

The token black VJ over at MTV, Sway, comes out and warns us all that this is not your regular industry event, this is “real hip hop.” Despite the fact that his beanie hat looks like it would pop and explode if he stuffed one more dread inside, I have to agree with the man.


He goes on to introduce Jamal Woodard, the actor who plays Biggie in the upcoming film, “Notorius.” Spitting image! He performs the first verse from “Juicy,” as everyone raps along word for word, followed by a verse of his own (he wasn’t bad, believe it or not).

The legendary Grandmaster Flash makes an appearance and immediately puts any DJ-turned-celebrity to shame. He spins everything from Rapper’s Delight to Dope Boy Fresh…and the entire crowd can’t stop moving! Then a couple of independent label rappers come out and do their thing and one message is clear: hip hop is alive and well. 

Next up, N.E.R.D. They put on an amazing show and pull out all the stops from groupies to guitars. Ferocia has more on that later (she got to know Pharell real up close and personal ;-)!
And finally, DJ Green Lantern starts playing “Made You Look,” and Nas slips onstage to the roar of the crowd. He starts the set with songs from “Untitled,” which he casually refers to as “the nigger album,” even though his record label famously forced him to change the title…comedy. 


His rendition of “Black President,” (produced by Green Lantern) is especially moving given that we are 30 days away from the election and the rest of the country had watched the second presidential debate earlier that night. And Johnny Polygon comes out to add his smoldering, husky vocals to the song…truly a beautiful moment!


After teasing us with the first few seconds of “Street Dreams,” he starts “If I Ruled the World,” to the delight of the packed room. In the middle of his second verse, he says “Are you coming out baby?” facing the group of people on the left of the stage. And without as much as a glimpse of an asymmetrical cut, I know Kelis is coming to join him. I can barely contain my excitement!! I’m happier than a gay man in a locker room! Clearly, almost everyone at the club feels the same way…
Of course, Miss Info was there and caught it all on film!

And then, I realize this is their first public appearance together since wearing matching N-word shirts to the Grammy’s. And that it comes amidst a swirl of rumors of marital strife and infidelity. This is much more than a random appearance onstage. This is deliberate.


We’ve all read the stories plastered on blogs and whispered over restaurant tables from NY to LA. It goes a little something like this: Kelis is cheating on Nas (who is too fine for that, btw) because he spends all his time smoking and reading instead of indulging in a more exciting, fast-paced Hollywood lifestyle. The plot thickens with a sex-tape featuring Kelis and some mysterious man that allegedly took place post-wedding vows. Plus, as somebody in the crowd points out, she’s slept with both Pharrell and Nas, who performed one after another and even were onstage together at some point during the show.
My take? It’s not my business or anyone else’s. They’re entertainers and both amazing at their craft. He’s a rap legend, she’s a swagger icon. And that’s where it ends. The prying and speculation is intrusive and really disrespectful.
I don’t know when it occurs to me—maybe after the kiss he plants on her cheek as she walks offstage, or when he turns to her and raps “I love you, love you baby,”—but at some point, it becomes clear that we are either witnessing a marriage crumble or a strong couple stand up for their union and reputation. And that’s when a usually vapid, sometimes superficial industry event gets personal and sad.
But Nas seems determined to quell pesky rumors about his marriage. He lovingly quips that he’s her biggest fan and says matter-of-factly that “a lot of girls have been biting her style.” Umm, can you blame them?


Kelis is the bad girl’s bad girl. The few celebutantes that hint at risk-taking run back to the status quo as soon as they end up on a worst-dressed list. Kelis, on the contrary, could care less what anybody thinks about her. She’s onstage in front of a crowd of industry heavyweights sipping on a half-full glass of wine and looking…well, let’s just say “dazed.” 


She’s wearing a tie-up black jumpsuit with dainty white trim on the pockets, a black lace bra, white lace stockings (the kind your mom used to put you in for Sunday school) and pearls. Unstudied glamour. Stylish and fierce. This is a girl who knows what she likes, from designs shaved into her close-cropped cut to plaid blouses with leopard boots. She won’t make apologies for any of it.


And matching her fiercely independent spirit to a tee, Nas ends his segment with a middle finger to McCain. You gotta love them! I miss the era of celebrities who boldly took a stand regardless of what criticism or praise they garnered as a result. Say what you want about this couple, they’re not afraid to be different.

All in all, it was an amazing night, from the performances to the cocktails to the hors d’oeuvres (especially the hot dogs and mustard, lol, you know i love food!). But at the end of the day, Sway was right: the event was free and sponsored (thanks, Smirnoff!), but far from “industry.”