Friday, March 02, 2007

Mrs. Nas If You're Nasty



Kelis
--whose song "Milkshake" is held in fond regard by your humble Felt Up blogette--went on some kind of anti-hooker rampage that led to her arrest. From TMZ.com:
Singer Kelis was arrested early Friday morning in Miami Beach after screaming racial obscenities at two female police officers who were posing as prostitutes.

The officers were working an undercover operation in South Beach, when cops say Kelis started screaming racial slurs at the women. She continued screaming and rushed toward them, and had to be restrained by friends, a police report said. According to the report, Kelis' "actions caused people walking by to stop and form a crowd. The sidewalk was blocked by the disturbance, causing people to walk in the street and causing traffic to stop."

Kelis, the wife of rapper Nas, was charged with two misdemeanor charges of disorderly conduct and for resisting arrest.

A rep for Kelis had no comment.

I wonder what this is all about. Does Kellis make a habit of screaming racial epithets at streetwalkers and this is just the first time she happened to attack undercover cops? If so, why? I also can't help but wonder what race these women were--if they were black, was she incensed on behalf of black female empowerment that they were debasing themselves? Does this have something to do with her husband, Nas, having a hooker addiction problem? Or is Kelis just a nutty nutty nutball?

I have a lot of questions today, and I have a feeling I won't be getting any answers. Sleepless nights await your humble Felt Up blogette, I fear. SLEEPLESS NIGHTS spent tossing and turning and worrying about Angelina Jolie's adoption-mania and Kelis' anti-hooker belief system! THIS IS MY LOT IN LIFE, PEOPLE!

On the upside, here's Kelis' mugshot:



I'm kind of disappointed she looks so composed and ladylike and pink. I was hoping she'd be all smeary and dishevelled and have a partially torn-off wig stuck on her head and the giant clear plastic platform heel of a prostitute's shoe clutched in her fist and maybe some hooker glitter rubbed off on her face. Sigh...

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