Lady Gaga has returned. While she’s remained in the spotlight thanks to her collaboration album with Tony Bennet and her memorable David Bowie tribute at this year’s Grammy’s, it’s been three years since Gaga’s last pop single.
But Gaga recently took to Instagram to colorfully announce new single “Perfect Illusion” with a confirmed September release date. Her website has also been colorfully updated with the announcement. (Warning: It’s “All of the Lights” music video-level blinding.)
Speculation of Gaga’s new album have percolated in the blogs for a minute now. According to EW, the cast of producers working on the LP include Mark Ronson, Giorgio Moroder, RedOne, Diane Warren, Nile Rodgers, Bloodpop, and Tame Impala.
Ronson posted a picture earlier this year in the studio of Gaga, and also included Tame Impala’s Kevin Parker and Bloodpop (the man behind Justin Bieber’s “Sorry”).
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That’s not all for Gaga. She’s also assisting her father in releasing a cookbook and set to star in Bradley Cooper’s directorial debut, a remake of A Star is Born. Cooper will reportedly co-star. Production will begin early next year.
For its September issue, InStyle dubbed Chris Pratt a “Man of Style.” Judging by the photoshoot, it isn’t undeserved, either. While he says that in high school his primary shopping outlet was the thrift store, opting for “silk Hawaiian T-shirts and bell-bottom jeans,” but times have, of course, changed.
Pratt’s evolution from funny schtick guy on Parks & Recreation to somehow embodying a new kind of masculine movie star is pretty surprising. It seemed to have happened almost overnight, too. Although does anything really happen over night? Ok, sure, the moon comes out, but that’s not the point! Point is, who would’ve thought the guy helming sexy dude title for InStyle was once this dude?
Well, turns out he’s still that dude. That’s why we love him. To provide behind-the-scenes commentary on the photoshoot, Pratt posted the pictures on Instagram and offered (often hilarious) insights into how it really went down. And he kept it all the way [red 100 emoji]. Check out the actor’s captions below, which includes thoughts on Pratt’s horse-whispering abilities.
Whenever a social media product undergoes a radical aesthetic redesign or adds to its services provided in any way (minor or major), users generally react in a firm, unified way: “This is stupid.” Memes and GIFs are usually involved.
But this is almost always knee-jerk and temporary. Users might threaten leaving a specific social media—“X company added dumb Y thing I don’t like because I’m human and change scares me”—but with ferris-wheel-level logic: They post their threats on the very same forum they threaten leaving! It’s like protesting animal rights at McDonald’s while downing a Whopper with cheese in the ball pit.
A similar reaction happened when Instagram debuted its new service Instagram Stories recently. As if it were an original thought, myriad of users had posts on the service involving some variation of: “Wait…isn’t this Snapchat?” Then those same highly original people told everyone to follow them one the Snap and posted their username.
It all followed the same similar pattern. It was treated like another joke. That is, until everyone started using it for real.
How much is Instagram Stories like Snapchat stories? It’s exactly the same thing. Pictures and videos you can doodle over that self-destruct in 24 hours. Add some geotags and DJ Khaled and no one would be able distinguish the difference. The thievery doesn’t stop there. Instagram also *stole* Snapchat’s latest story update, which causes stories from your feed to rollover into one another, though in a much more literal way. Let’s also shout out these Instagram burglars for adding the mind-blowingly simple option to tap backwards on stories and re-watch posts. It’s one of those features you always wished you had on Snapchat and wonder why it wasn’t there from the jump (says the writer who barely grasps the complicated machinations behind coding and programming).
None of this really matters. The Internet long ago affirmed how little it cares about piracy as long as it’s something they either want or doesn’t threaten them. Ask the record industry. And the gradual flight to Instagram Stories shows it’s something lots of people want, or at least are interested in.
Or is it? Hmm. Maybe “people” is the incorrect term. A PR person would instruct me to use the label “influencer,” but every time I hear that description used earnestly, especially when the speaker’s referring to themselves, I come closer and closer to understanding the Japanese tradition of seppuku. Instead we’ll settle on “celebrities.” And whether it’s genuine or not, celebrities love Instagram stories.
Here’s what happened: At some point, Snapchat (kind of) sold out to celebrities. Not homegrown celebrities, mind you, but real celebrities. Rihanna, Kylie Jenner, and yes, DJ Khaled, among others, were some of the first to embrace and, more importantly, promote the app. To be clear: This is not a criticism and perhaps happened unconsciously. Like every American media company, Snapchat wanted to grow, and like every American media company knows, celebrity endorsements are a surefire way to draw attention to a product. But it did happen. Celebrity stories populated feeds and were more interesting than anything your friends were posting (no offense, friends!) Snapchat also unveiled Discover in January 2015, partnering with media brands to provide content to its large user base. Echoing Facebook’s shift years ago, it moved from a primarily peer-to-peer network to a feed-based social media platform relying upon celebrities and media partnerships to evolve.
These events forced anyone over the age of 25 to reconsider Snapchat much more seriously. It wasn’t that long ago that many thought of Snapchat as a way for teenagers to safely send nudes to each other (something that very much still happens). And, yes, grain of salt time: you can screenshot those nudes, but the other person would know and then you’re kind of a creep or worse, even if it is your girlfriend, who probably told you not to screenshot those lewd pictures she sent you. Important side note to this rambling tangent: This “safely” thing also encouraged dudes to send too many dick pics to too many girls who didn’t ask or want to say that particular penis at that particular time.
So maybe it wasn’t all a good thing. Snapchat’s juvenile stigma wasn’t coming out of nowhere is my point.
Anyways. When Snapchat originally added its story feature a few years ago, it simplified the experience. Instead of mass-sending that same picture of you and your friends at a party to everyone on your contact list, you can induce your desired FOMO effect by adding it to your story. Furthermore, you can create actual stories. You can provide a similar experience of that adventure you were on for those not there. (Which, again, you probably aren’t doing for the most heroic of reasons, but it’s chill.)
But any stunting you think you’re doing, celebrities are looking at you like, “lol really fam?” Celebrities shine. Whether we like to admit it, Kylie Jenner singing songs in her car is generally more captivating than almost anything your random friend from college might come up with. The difference should be expected: She knows how to play to the camera. Most of us, meanwhile, don’t.
(Caveat: this isn’t completely true for the younger kids who grew up with social media always being a thing and group-text in class instead of passing notes. A camera in their face isn’t abnormal.)
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But finding persons of interest on Snapchat can be clunky. Snapcodes help a little, as well as “Official Stories” when adding friends, Snapchat’s version of verified accounts. The feature adds an emoji next to their username, like DJ Khaled and his key. Otherwise the process to pinpoint some celebs by username would be near impossible. For example: Gucci Mane goes by guwopsnap, which isn’t that hard, but Justin Bieber is “rickthesizzler” on the Snap. (Don’t ask because I don’t know.)
Meanwhile, Instagram’s database is streamlined. Google Taylor Swift and her Instagram profile pops within the first few results (assuming she hasn’t recently been tagged in any controversy, which…). Following Swift’s confirmed Instagram includes her IG Stories. You don’t have to hunt to figure out if it’s her, and this feature minimizes the amount of her accounts you’re following. Most users don’t have time to post the same picture on both platforms, and will likely choose one over the other. This is almost certainly true of celebs, unless they’re promoting a product or have some incentive otherwise.
But if celebrities choose IG, and early indications suggest many of them like it, lots of fans will follow, if only for the Stories aspect. Furthermore, users prefer their social media integrated and consolidated. Think how Facebook subsumed Periscope by adding Facebook Live. Media companies and celebrities using it was expected, but normal people, those whose only social media service is Facebook, were using it, too. Like old people, (read: parents). A similar pattern could repeat with Instagram and its Stories, but on a smaller scale.
On the other hand, Google the phrase “Chance the Rapper snapchat” and three to four different usernames will populate. True story: I followed a fake Chance snap for around four months before my friend corrected me. Someone ripped videos and pictures from Chance’s actual account then uploaded them to appear genuine. Intermittently, product endorsements would also appear, with a line from fake Chance that read “Go support the fam,” compelling me to do so. I didn’t, then felt guilty, disappointing someone who, turns out, wasn’t real.
I don’t know. Maybe this is about my increasing inability to discern what’s real and what’s not online. All of it’s fake pageantry, sure, but if everyone accepts that fake pageantry, that makes it kind of real. Some mornings I wake up believing that’s the case, some mornings not so much. My perception changes as frequently as the weather.
One product exacerbates this problem, while the other doesn’t. Snapchat’s intractable position to keep everything inside its app, refusing to create a desktop-and-browser portal of some kind, relying on users to screenshot posts to share amongs friends, denies them from a large part of how the internet works, because we live in a (don’t say share economy, don’t say share economy) share economy.
To be sure, this is a war of some kind. Instagram—i.e. Facebook, which owns Insta—wants what Snapchat has. Reports came out in March of this year that Facebook bought the app Masquerade, which “puts fun filters, masks and special effects on selfies and videos,” as Bloomberg describes it. Sound familiar? To what use Facebook might implement such a service seemed questionable around that time; now it’s obvious.
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Does this spell the END OF DAYS for Snapchat? Not really. Snapchat passed Twitter in daily usage this summer. They reported 150 million users log on to the app every day, and that was an increase from 110 million users in December, 2015. (Bloomberg estimated Twitter at 140 million daily users comparatively.)
Snapchat has evolved multiple times around and will continue to do so. Their CEO didn’t just deny Facebook’s $3 billion cash acquisition offer to give up at the first sign of trouble. Its roots as a peer-to-peer network persist—with text, picture, and video messaging option—and Instagram doesn’t have anything close to competing. No one wants to slide into those DMs.
But Snapchat’s door on the self-destructing media market—or whatever you choose to call it—had been slammed shut and locked and welded shut for years. Instagram has just opened that door. That alone should be enough to terrify anyone in Silicon Valley. Even a ghost.
Many years ago, people willingly put themselves into small metal rooms on wheels and then drove those rooms into the wild for fun. Known then as “tin can tourists,” travel trailer enthusiasts started popping up in the U.S. in the 1920s, as nature tourism and car ownership started booming. By the ’50s and ’60s, families were packing into their personal tin cans and taking off for the wilderness.
If that sounds like the life ideal, you can pick up one of your own for a couple thousand bucks. Otherwise, live vicariously through these Wes Anderson-esque retro snapshots.
In the above photo: It’s unclear whether this camper ever actually hit the road, based on how perfectly all of that stuff on the walls and table is situated. They either nailed it down like the walls of a Guy Fieri restaurant, or never moved the thing from the driveway. Either way, you just know some footsie was played between takes of this photo shoot.
Golly. Take a gander at this camp setup in Arches National Park, Utah. This day in May 1972 looks frickin’ perfect for taking the Winnebago out. This was back when men tucked in their shirts and wore their best loafers to grill. If that plastic tablecloth doesn’t give you some feels, you’re too young to be reading this website, get out of here.
This photo captures a 1920s family living in the Koreshan Unity, a communal utopia formed by Cyrus Teed in the 1870s. Teed chose Estero, Florida for their “New Jerusalem,” but membership never topped 300 and declined after his death in 1908. Koreshanity combined odd beliefs in Cellular Cosmogony (his form of Hollow Earth theory), immortality, reincarnation, celibacy and alchemy. Anyway, cool camper, guys.
We don’t have much to go on here. There’s this young rebel sunning herself in the blurry foreground, and a canned ham camper in the background, pulled by a sweet Buick or some other boat of a car. Look at the white walls on those tires, goodness. If we had to guess, and we do, this is right around 1955-1960. Or it’s 2016, and someone has great taste in cars, campers, lawn chairs and film camera equipment.
Florida knows what’s up when it comes to retro campers. This one’s from Sarasota Trailer Park, once one of the largest trailer parks in the world. Now that title belongs to Suncoast Estates further down the Florida coast, but damn if these ladies aren’t bringing it in December 1948.
It wasn’t a great week for Australian badminton player Sawan Serasinghe. After he and his teammate lost to a Chinese Taipei team in the final showdown in Rio, he said goodbye to the 2016 Olympics (and his heretofore impressive abs) in a very American way: by choking out his emotions with junk food. The losing Olympian pounds down 8,000 calories…basically, 4 days of food for regular people. His place of choice? McDonalds.
Serasinghe’s caloric revenge consisted of six burgers, six large fries, 40 chicken nuggets and six brownies. The Telegraphpegs the dainty meal at more than 8,000 calories.
Fortunately for Serasinghe, he didn’t have to exert too much of his digestive energy finding this mess; McDonald’s is an Olympic sponsor with an outlet in the Olympic Village, where athletes eat for free.
“Now it’s time to eat some junk food after months of eating clean!” his, as of this writing, most recent Instagram post reads.
That update was two days ago. Should someone send help to the losing Olympian pounds down 8,000 calories.
Sawan Serasinghe is a former badminton player from Australia. He won seven Oceania Championships titles, five in the men’s doubles and two in the mixed doubles. Serasinghe competed in the men’s doubles event at the 2016 Summer Olympics alongside Matthew Chau.
Serasinghe started playing badminton since the age of five, he was born in Galle, Sri Lanka, and moved to Australia when he was 11-years-old. He trains at the National Training Centre in Melbourne, and took out back-to-back Oceania Championships titles with Chau in 2015 and 2016. The 22-year-old also won the 2014 Sydney International Challenge mixed doubles with Setyana Mapasa, against some of the best players in the world. The Melburnian’s first international experience was at the 2013 Australian Youth Olympic Festival where he competed in the men’s doubles with Chau and also took the court in the men’s singles competition.
Off the court, Serasinghe holds a Bachelor of Business Information Systems degree from Monash University.
Pick your song from Justin Bieber’s latest album and it could sum up the world’s current mood: Mark My Words. Sorry. I’ll Show You. What Do You Mean?
How’s that? Simple: The Biebs has left Instagram.
The move comes on the heels of photos Bieber posted of himself and new friend (is that what the kids are calling it these days?) Sofia Richie, a.k.a. Lionel Richie’s daughter. Whether the two are canoodling or not remains unconfirmed, but they aren’t hiding the friendship.
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Following a deluge of comments and attacks from fans, Bieber threatened deleting his account if the negativity didn’t stop.
“I’m gonna make my Instagram private if you guys can’t stop the hate,” Bieber wrote, according to Page Six. “This is getting out of hand, if you guys are really fans you wouldn’t be so mean to people that I like.”
Here’s where the story becomes a little convoluted. Selena Gomez, Bieber’s ex-girlfriend, allegedly added her comments to the story. From there, mud was slung, as Bieber and Gomez began sniping each other back and forth, accusing the other of cheating. Again, this all allegedly happened, because Bieber did delete his account and the comments are unverified.
Page Six has the dirty details, if you’re interested. Whatever happens, it appears Gomez did cop to some wrongdoing. A fan account screenshotted a post from Selena’s Snapchat account that reads, “What I said was selfish and pointless.”
If you’re reading this, you’re (probably) a human, which means you (probably) experience ranges of emotions and feels in your life. In other words, you are likely a Bon Iver fan.
Following a five-year hiatus, Bon Iver recently announced plans to release their new record 22, A Million on Sept. 30. The band also celebrated and promoted the album by releasing two tracks on various streaming services: “22 (OVER S∞∞N) [Bob Moose Extended Cab Version]” and “10 d E A T h b R E a s T ⊠ ⊠ (Extended Version).” And yes, we promise those are sincere and real track listings. (In truth, we kind of dig them.)
But if you’re eager, you can check out the album in its entirety now. SPIN Magazine has made their stream of Bon Iver’s set at the Eaux Claire Music Fesival, where all of 22, A Million was performed and made available to the public. The band also played older tracks “Minnesota, WI” and “Beth/Rest” during an encore. Prepare to stroke them chin pubes–hard.
If you’ll allow us to go all Zagat’s on you for a minute, it was only a few months ago that Larry Wilmore “killed” at the Whitehouse Correspondents’ Dinner with his “burns” that “really went there.” Really, no one was spared. This is part of the reason the world will miss Larry Wilmore’s show
He roasted the President on his drone usage by comparing him to Steph Curry—both rain bombs from long distance. He owned former NBC Nightly News Anchor Brian Williams by comparing himself to Lester Holt—both were black men who replaced white dudes pretending to be newsmen. And went after then-Republican presidential nominee Ted Cruz—“Even OJ Simpson said, ‘That guy is just hard to like.’ ” Wilmore wasn’t just a guy happy to be there. His mission was clear: He wanted to be the funniest man in the room and call out many of those running in Washington circles, be it media, politicians, or activists. He succeeded.
How strange, though, that so many seemed surprised by Wilmore’s vitriolic satire? As if he wasn’t delivering those same goods on a, yes, nightly basis on his Comedy Central show? His White House Correspondents’ Dinner speech served more as a showcase of his goods than a coming-out party.
By now you’ve likely heard the unfortunate news: Comedy Central has canceled Wilmore’s The Nightly Show. According to CC President Kent Alterman, the show “hasn’t resonated with our audience.”
“We’ve been monitoring it closely as for a year and a half now and we haven’t seen the signs we need in ratings or in consumption on digital platforms. We’ve been been hoping it would grow,” Alterman told Variety.
“I’m really grateful to Comedy Central, Jon Stewart, and our fans to have had this opportunity,” Wilmore added in a statement. “But I’m also saddened and surprised we won’t be covering this crazy election or ‘The Unblackening’ as we’ve coined it. And keeping it 100, I guess I hadn’t counted on ‘The Unblackening’ happening to my time slot as well.”
We, too, are quite saddened and surprised.
Within the past months, Wilmore’s show had taken a step; the wandering hands and awkward pauses the show debuted with had long faded away. In their place was a confident host who on any night could score 40 points on his own or set up team members with excellent shots to shine; he often did both. Take for example his team labeling the show’s coverage of the 2016 president election as “Blacklash 2016: The Unblackening,” casting Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton as Godzilla creatures destroying all of us in their pursuit of power. Not only is that hilariously incendiary, it also feels accurate.
Few shows running could feature a segment that had military veterans giving the finger to Donald Trump, sideswipe USA Today, expose Trump acolytes manipulating media narratives, then kick it to a correspondent spoofing that very same thing? Sure, it was out of the Jon Stewart playbook, but from a wholly different and underserved perspective. Then, lest you think he was beating up easy targets, he could poke fun at the “overcelebration” to Michelle Obama’s highly regarded speech at the Democratic National Convention and the women subsequently obsessed with getting themselves “a house that slaves built” as a result.
Wilmore was never afraid to call in reinforcements. Or, rather, allow friends of the show to use the Comedy Central platform to get something off their chests. Like when rapper Mac Miller walked from backstage like a spirit possessed his soul to rant about Donald Trump. Or when he brought on acclaimed astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson to drop the mic on not-at-all acclaimed flat-earth theorist B.o.B.?
A cynical person might view these cameos as plays at virality—and they are viral hits—but what late-night show host isn’t chasing that in 2016? Better question: How many late-nigh hosts could do so without kitschy sketches and carnival games featuring celebrities? How many hosts are aiming to entertain and inform? Not many.
Really that’s who Wilmore was — and will always be: A serious, for-adults comedian unafraid to tell it like it is. The show’s best segment involved three to four guests accomplishing the radical achievement of just having a conversation. Most times, like adults. And like adults that involved the conversation reaching uncomfortable tensions and bruised feelings, but it never devolved into a shouting match of right vs. wrong.
Champions of the Internet often say they love the technology because it allows individuals of various backgrounds to hold discourse. Whether you personally believe that happens or not is up to you. But that ideal was very much happening on Wilmore’s show. Bill Nye the Science Guy discussing with a younger generation how the universe would flip upside down if we learned life came from Mars—while they responded, cool, but Trump still might be President so….
And maybe we’re blowing this out of proportion, but where else could former late night host Arsenio Hall casually relay the story of what he told Trump and what people really thought of his hair: “They don’t think your hair ain’t real, they just think it’s fucked up.”
So, yeah, Larry Wilmore’s departure stings within the late-night circuit. It comes too soon. He never placated, he never deferred, and he never pandered. It was a show for adults that in a previous era would be gifted more time necessary to grow its audience. But that’s not the era we’re in unfortunately. The world will miss Larry Wilmore’s show.
Say what you will about Hello Kitty, but the freakishly big-headed cat has the power to leave small children drowning in their own tears. It’s what reportedly happened in Chicago recently, when the Hello Kitty Cafe, a fancy, bright pink food truck, came to Oak Brook.
According to The Chicago Tribune, the entire Hello Kitty-themed menu— featuring sugary treats such as macarons, cookies, cakes, and other things that turn kids into little monsters — sold out in record time, crushing many of the approximately 2,000 people who had waited up to five hours in line. (One woman drove for five hours just to wait in line for another five.)
It didn’t take long before some of the die-hard fans turned ugly, focusing their attention on Facebook to give the proprietors a piece of their mind. Comments range from…
Poorly organized!!! Waited in line for 4 hours and you just let us all stand there without notifying the people In line you are about to sell out!! Poorly done Sanrio!!!!!
to…
All my 11 year old wanted was a tshirt! We wasted over 2 hours in line and walked away without any thing.
Photos of sad kids were also reportedly posted, including one of a young girl giving her goodies to a crying child.
It wasn’t until the next day that the Hello Kitty Cafe used the phrase “while supplies last” on Facebook and Twitter:
From the comments, it seems like more adults got their feelings hurt than the kids they dragged out of bed before dawn. Dear Parents: we’re pretty sure no child wants a bow-tie shaped water bottle that badly.
You know what most people don’t want to eat? Prison food. And while the cuisine will likely never find its place on the Food Network (“Duuuuude! ‘Riding the Chain to Flavortown’ would be such a money show, amiright?”— Guy Fieri) expectations are particularly crushed for pampered celebrities sentenced behind bars. But celebrities eat just like us in prison!
The latest sub-zero-star review comes from former Baltimore Ravens linebacker Ray Lewis, who says he sustained himself on nothing but oranges for the first week of his 15 day sentence to avoid moldy prison food (orange really is the new black). But two weeks is just an eye-roll for most of these celebrities who had to endure a much longer reprieve from the private-chef meals they grew accustomed to.
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1. Martha Stewart: Even though she dropped 10 pounds by avoiding bad prison food (that her daughter described as worse than airplane food if you can imagine!) while she was in the clink for insider trading, she likely had access to above average food at Camp Cupcake, including a salad bar. Still, Stewart hated prison food so much that she reportedly swiped eggs from the dining hall and made egg salad to share with her prison friends.
2. Teresa Giudice:The RHONJ starand cookbook author claims inmates were served expired food and maggots — in addition to beans and franks and other cafeteria-style food stuffs— during her year-long stint in the slammer for multiple fraud charges .
3. Ja Rule: The rapper is one of the only celebrities who didn’t hate prison food. While serving time for gun possession and tax evasion, Mr. Rule says he ate “pretty decent” behind bars because he got crafty in his dorm, making things like lasagne and cheesecake. He says he didn’t really eat prison food at all. Still, how about we try not to go back for seconds, eh?
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4. Lindsay Lohan: After violating probation for a DUI in 2010, LiLo served 14 days in solitary confinement, where it’s reported she was allowed to order outside food and have special items delivered to the jail that weren’t available to other inmates. Nonetheless, the ginger jailbird recalls her experience as “jarring”.
5. Paris Hilton: The pampered socialite told Larry King that the food she was offered during her 23-day lockup for violating probation was horrible: “It was jail food; it’s not supposed to be good. Lunch was basically a bologna sandwich. They call it mystery meat. It’s pretty scary. Two pieces of bread and some mayonnaise.” Raise your hand if you think she actually took one bite of that.
6. O.J. Simpson: America’s most controversial criminal has literally been through thick and thin behind bars, tipping the scales at a whopping 300 pounds. Inmates say he’s addicted to commissary junk food, which he reportedly piles into his fat face while binging on TV. Simpson has claimed he wants to shed weight to look good for the ladies (swoon), but new reports have surfaced accusing Simpson of hiring a prison “servant” to cook him fried chicken in his cell, which is not at all legal. But, hey, this is O.J. Simpson we’re talking about.
7. Oscar Pistorius: The Olympic athlete turned model prisoner is said to be sustaining on a diet of chakalaka, which is a canned vegetable relish popular in South Africa, where he’s currently serving a five-year sentence for killing his girlfriend. The 28-year-old is reportedly laying off prison food out of fear someone will poison him, even after prison officials offered to let him cook the food himself.
8. Lauryn Hill: The former Fugees frontwoman ate like a queen while serving 3-months in prison for tax evasion. Her introductory meal is said to have been barbecue pulled pork with a side of carrots, peas and sweet potatoes, with an array of juices to wash it all down with.
9. Lil’ Kim: The best thing about prison for this pint-sized rapper? Nope, not blackmarket filler injections — food. When Bravo’s Andy Cohen asked her the question, Lil’ Kim, who served a year for lying to a grand jury, replied: “They made good food…they made me a triple-layer cake out of Oreo cookies.”
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