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(More customer reviews)Ya know...I really do expect BETTER details from a tell-all memoir.
Before I start, I would like to know if it's possible for the folks who manage this site to allow us to rate a book 0? This book doesn't even deserve the honor and the privilege of being rated a "1".
Tarsha Jones' book is a joke, plain and simple. It makes Karrine Steffan's "autobiography" a true work of art.
This DJ chick goes on and on about how Doug E Fresh dogs her out, how Busta Rhymes LITERALLY busted her out (sexually) because of how WELL ENDOWED he was...oh and how quick he was in the sack..and how selfish he was afterwards...*sigh*, how Allen Iverson tried to get a piece, how a rival DJ at her radio station had it out for her, how her babydaddy wouldn't act right...oh woe is her! Playing the victim MUST be the modus operandi for these female human semen receptacles. Blame everyone else for dogging them but not taking responsiblity for the piss poor decisions they make.
My thing about these "true" memoirs is this: Why the hell do these chicks keep making bad decision after bad decision? Why write about it? Surely they're not doing this to help out the next young girl or for "release therapy" and ...don't these chicks have EDITORS to spellcheck before publishing? This book was so poorly written I would have guessed an 11 year old penned it. Also, the pics. I mean...isn't Ms. Jones OBESE? Why all the old pics of her? Show the new ones, with those elephantine sized hamhocks for thighs rubbing against one another or that quadruple chin. Show those. Why didn't she mention how she is OBSESSED with Beyonce Knowles? I mean the chick HAS to have posters with dart holes in them plastered all over her house. Why not mention that? Why not mention how JEALOUS she is of RnB singers who made it big while her one little single hardly got any fan fare. Oh I see...because she couldn't be the VICTIM. Typical.
THANK God I didn't plop down one red cent to buy this crap. I would have been more entertained eating a cabbage/collard green cocktail and listening to my butt bellow out a trumpet-like symphony in an crowded elevator.
It would have been less painful too.
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