"According to reports, the sadly disfigured 26-year-old’s quality of life has been greatly diminished due to such a condition. Sources said the abnormal, visibly blemished creature has been repeatedly passed over for employment opportunities, frequently gawked at and harassed on the street by total strangers, and has faced near constant discrimination for over two decades, all due to the horrific and debilitating birth defect."
I wanna take a minute or two and give much respect to Whatta Man AKA The Absolute Best Song Ever, which was released twenty years ago today. There are few pop songs that really endure, but from the second that bold, brassy intro kicks in, everyone immediately lights up. It’s a song that can kickstart a party, serve as a sassy punchline or just fill you with a sense of empowerment. After all, the overriding message in Whatta Man is to settle only for good men and realise your self-worth. There’s no Lil Kim-esque braggadocio about being able to fit Sprite cans in your mouth, but the song still manages to retain a playfully irresistible warmth, sexuality and femininity. Today, in honour of its twentieth birthday, blast it loud and blast it proud.
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He could be Caesar Flickerman’s slightly older brother, Augustus, who is just close enough to Caesar’s age that he’s been competing with him (and failing) his entire life. Even when Caesar landed the gig hosting the Hunger Games - probably one of the most lucrative (and secure) jobs in the entire Capitol entertainment business - it was overshadowed by Augustus ~selflessly adopting a gaggle of orphaned District children, one from each District.