11 сентября 2008 в Зале суда Майами, Судья Arzola прочитал оправдательный приговор Kelis Rogers-Jones, невинной во всех обвинениях, принесенных против нее Отделом Полиции Майами-Бич в марте 2007.
Kelis была освобождена ото всех обвинений, предъявленных ей после ареста в марте 2007. Тогда она нарушила общественный порядок, принявшись выкрикивать рассовые ругательства двум женщинам полицейским. Дело то в том, что полицейские были переодеты в проституток. И Kelis просто отбивала мужа у нахальных девиц. The R&B songbird сказала, что она была "взволнована, что правосудие восторжествовало"
Поверенный Kelis Ira Loewy выступил с официальным заявлением:
"Мы доказали суду, что Kelis не делала ничего запрещенного. Ее протест против приставаний к ее супругу и друзьям – это право, гарантированное конституцией".
"Kelis и Nas подадут гражданский иск против Отдела Полиции Майами-Бич, утверждая, что ее гражданские права были нарушены ее незаконным арестом."
Kelis в очередной раз решила поэкспериментировать над стилем и прической: если уж решаться на перемены, то радикальные!
Келис всё ещё записывает новый альбом и посещает кулинарную школу.Так же Келисведёт колонку в Журнале MISSBEHAVE. Вот несколько её статей.
KELIS ON…GUYS STYLE
I’m from Harlem. I remember being in high school and hopping on the 2 or 3 train or maybe the A and D and seeing all the leathers, sheepskins, colors; those simple first things that attract you to a man. The way he looks, his style, his swagger. I’m putting a spotlight on Harlem because that’s my home but no one is exempt. The long, and I mean extra long, white or God forbid, that horrifying powder-pink tee was an abomination. But I bring all this up to say, actually to segue into, what I’m seriously over—The Chain Gang.
There are the fools, rappers, athletes, correctional facility officers, bus drivers, bank tellers, and the like who think that a cloudy tinfoil quality chain down to their belt buckle is supposed to convince us and themselves that they’re “doin It”. I mean, guys who don’t have jobs feel the need to spend their 3K on a long aluminum chain (‘cause for the price they most likely paid, it is NOT platinum no matter what they were told) when they should be putting it towards a mortgage. Basically men, in a nutshell, should not wear jewelry unless they’re gay and/or Elton John. Men should learn to be men. A fabulous watch, a great pinky ring works. A coffee table, the tinsel off last year’s tired-ass Christmas tree does not. Maybe some grown men adore adornments but it’s just gotten out of control. Quite honestly, perhaps artists can get away with it ’cause they’re entertainers but even they have gone too far.
People made a huge deal—like some big extravaganza—when artists (who are essentially irrelevant in the larger scheme of things when it comes to fashion) because they decide to wear Bozo the Clown-colored shirts. This is not what grown men should look like. Before them, the men wore tailored shirts, hard-bottomed shoes, and pocket watches. Now I understand we are in a different era but I’m sick of guys only wearing Air Force Ones, jeans, and button downs proclaiming some newfound grown man-ness.
Please, actually grow up, all of you. Stop buying cheap jewelry, shopping at Up Against the Wall and come with it. Dressing properly and being a man is not about money. You should work for a future so success and money are relevant here but any man with a real job does not need a Jesus head made of tinsel to prove it. Man up boys.
KELIS ON…CHILD REARING
So I’ve been thinking about kids lately. Not because I’m ready to have any but maybe it’s just my age. Or maybe it’s the not so subliminal messages my mother has been dropping lately. She’s actually started purchasing things like mini picture frames with cute little post-its on them that read “baby” and she’s begun to strategically leave children’s books around my house.
Actually, the older I’ve gotten the clearer I am that I’m not particularly fond of kids. Mainly because they belong to other people and are usually just shrunken replicas of their larger annoying parents. When I was a teenager, I envisioned getting married, having a bushel of munchkins and living a life something like that ridiculous late ’80s sitcom “Just the Ten of Us.” Ignorance is bliss. Just as attempting to have lunch with a girlfriend and her overzealous badly-behaved, 3-year-old might be the best form of birth control yet. There you go Planned Parenthood that’s your angle. Better yet, spend an entire weekend with a family who has teenagers. Scared straight. Okay harsh, maybe but I can’t help but think that if more people were as concerned (or terrified) as I am, there would be a lot more people prepared and suited for parenthood. And a lot less unruly kids kicking the back of my seat on the redeye from LAX to JFK (which if you ask me is a win/win situation).
Bare with me here, I’m venting because I feel the need to get this out of my system so that I actually have a fighting chance of being a good mother and not completely ruining some undeserving person’s life. People assume that because God gave us all the equipment that we should all go for the gusto and procreate. People also assume we automatically have these maternal instincts ingrained in us and that we are capable and have enough common sense to selflessly and properly rear someone and prepare them for the world.
We all have seen some tragic parenting hell. Some should just never
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