Apparently, Beyonce has an alterego. Kind of like how Garth Brooks did that whole Chris Gaines thing.

In her latest album, “I Am…Sasha Fierce,” Miss B introduces us to Miss Sasha Fierce, her more sensual, outgoing alterego. The record is split into two discs. On Sasha’s disc, you hear upbeat dance tunes, like “Single Ladies”; while on Beyonce’s disc songs like “If I Were a Boy” make up most of the playlist.

But if you ask me, this Sasha character looks like a boy…dressed as a girl.

What is the purpose of this alterego BS anyway? It didn’t work for Garth…because no one bought it.

WTF Beyonce? I mean, we love your music! Why confuse us by throwing your identity crisis in the mix?

Regardless the album rocks…hopefully for the next one she’ll drop her tranny-friend Sasha and just be herself.

Makeup is fun. With makeup I can make myself look like anything I want. I can glam myself up, or play out a more natural look. I can turn myself into a sex kitten, or an innocent girl next door.

But it has taken years and years of trial and error to know what looks good on my face and what makes me look like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show. Looking back I’ve had some pretty disastrous makeup moments that I have comprised into my top 5 makeup regrets.

1. Sweat + black eyeliner = scary raccoon eyes. Now I love me some black eyeliner, especially when I’m putting on a cute little dress and going out to a club, but there are certain places where it’s probably not a good idea to pile on the black and, unfortunately, I’ve learned this the hard way.

One night my friends and I dressed ourselves up to go out dancing and I had put on a ton of dark eyeshadow and eyeliner. The dance floor was completely packed and after about half an hour we were all sweaty and gross. My friend and I went to the bathroom to cool down and when I looked in the mirror, I found that the makeup I had so meticulously applied was now all over my face! Seriously, it looked as if I had rubbed a huge piece of charcoal all around my eye and down my cheeks. My black eyeshadow had literally melted from me sweating and was now sitting in clumps on my eyelids. Needless to say I had to scrub it all off before anyone (besides all those people I saw pre-bathroom trip) saw my disaster of a face. Read More »

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