Singer Black Madam Allegedly Kills Patient: Butt Surgery Gone Bad

Philadephia-area police have launched a manhunt, as it were, for a transgendered self-proclaimed musical visionary calling herself Back Madam. The singer, whose real name is Padge-Victoria Windslowe, and who does underground plastic surgery on the side, is charged in the murder of 20-year-old British student and medical tourist Claudia Aderotimi. She died Tuesday morning after undergoing the procedure performed by Windslowe at a suburban Philadelphia  Hampton Inn. This is why you don’t get a hip-hop singer to perform your surgeries or get a skateboarder to fly your airplanes.

The British woman flew to Philadelphia for silicone injections designed to improve and enhance the shape of her buttocks. According to police, Aderotimi began complaining of chest pains shortly after the injections and was taken to a nearby hospital where she died of acute liver failure several hours later.

On a website used by Black Madam to promote her surgical skills, a previous patient said the singer-slash-surgeon would make your ass look like an apple “and everyone wants their ass to look like an apple.”

According to Britain’s Daily Mail, Aderotimi wanted to improve her buttocks because she hoped to appear in more hip-hop music videos.

Black Madam’s website contains a rambling, mostly incoherent biography which includes the statement “I want so bad to do the right thing, however, when I hit my knees at times, it just doesn’t seem like the creator hears me…thus I am tortured to make these tough decisions when it comes to the comforts of my life here on earth or glory after death.”

Police searched Windslowe’s apartment for a number of items that could be used in a medical procedure, including silicone, bandages and, of course, Krazy Glue.

Suddenly I Understand What Makes Slowmo So Gratuitiously Awesome

Meet Tom Guilmette. He’s a skilled and passionate videographer. And he just made my day.

Locking himself in Vegas hotel room for an all-nighter with a Phantom Flex high speed digital cinema camera capable of 2,564 FPS, he transformed the ordinary and mundane into a spectacle of whimsy and awesomeness. See for yourself.

We’ve all seen slowmo before, but there is something about this simple act of taking everyday items (loose change, a glass of water, a dropped cell phone, a bed, a showerhead) in an unassuming space (hotel rooms blow) that triggers a thought: We are all surrounded by little bits of amazing. It’s how we look at it that either delights or bores us.

[Tom Guilmette on Vimeo via Engadget]

They’re all gonna laugh at me

Earlier this week, I wrote about my somewhat random decision to reactivate one of my dating profiles.

Am I currently one of the featured profiles on the site? Yes.

Am I receiving so many responses that I haven’t had time to reply to them all? No.

Have the messages/flirts I’ve sent been responded to with hot n’ heavy promises of a good time? No.

Thus, my results are pretty much mirroring the experiences I’ve encountered previously. That made me sad, but then thanks to the fabulous Miss Anita Manbadly, I shrugged off the negative feelings and decided to have fun.

What came out of that? Why, this funtastic video that I’ve added to my profile!

Who is Planteater?!? from Random Citizen on Vimeo.

Also, I now laugh at profiles. Not in a bitter way, but more in a “Wow, you really think you’re better than me?” sort of way. Here I am contacting you to chat you up, but I’m not good enough? Fool, you’re on a dating site!

My favorites are the ones by older guys who are on a site where most of the females are a good decade or two younger. Oh yeah, Daddy, you go ahead and ignore someone who’s actually interested in older men for those 20-somethings who don’t want to deal with your saggy balls.

So, I may not have boys beating down my door anytime soon, I’m choosing to see this as another learning experience instead of feeling completely sorry for myself.

I’ll still scowl at those fucking lucky trolls in love, though.

The Whole Gritty City

Some of you might remember PoBoyNation mentioning the film The Whole Gritty City back at the other place.  The independent filmmakers are trying to finish their documentary on the experiences of three New Orleans marching bands and the kids band leaders are trying to keep off the streets in the wake of Katrina, but have run short of funds. Watch the trailer and donate here to help them out if you are as moved as I was.

Valentines Kisses

Ok, so I’m a happily married Gay who gets kissed more than his fair share, sometimes as gratitude for a taystay dinner and sometimes – the best times – just because.  Let’s review some smooching stuff before Monday, ok?

Kisses derive from something immensely gross – an adult mammal passing chewed-up food to a youngun.  But we love to kiss – at least, those of us with passion do, and it is a language all its own.

The Blown Kiss: “Daddy, I’m on a roller coaster!” or “You vicious ex-wife.” Either way, it has little meaning.

The Euro / Hollywood / WASP Air Kiss: This one says “I publicly ally myself with you, and I respect your makeup artist.”

The Kitty / Doggie / Toddler Kiss:  You have always been nice to me, and as a fine judge of character, I pronounce you to be desirable company.  The intent is pure and sincere.

The Neck Rub With Scruff: Obviously for men only.  Dude, take your unshaven (but clean!) chin and run it down the side of the neck of your beloved, very lightly, while adding kisses along the way.  He or she will go absolutely insane.

The Face Caress: For either gender, but women are better at it.  Softly run your hand along your beloved’s jawline, then kiss him or her.  This makes them “yours”,

The Big Bro Kiss: “I am secure in my masculinity and honesty to the point where I can publicly take you in my arms and declare that you are my family.  I do not care if you are my buddy or my best friend’s wife, you are someone who I would take a bullet for and I don’t care who knows it. ” (Often tear-inducing.)

The Big Sis Kiss:  “Were you having a crisis? You aren’t now.  I’m here and you can let it all out.  And, since I’m a Strong Woman, I will fix it.  Oh, and about Mom?  Yes, she is a bitch, and no, it isn’t you.”

The Man Sex Kiss:  “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen and I must have you right this minute and please do me the honor of letting me take you, over and over again, because you’re so damn hot and all I can think about is you and your body and where to touch next.”

The (Straight) Woman Sex Kiss: “If you don’t take this to the next level I will scream and I may scream anyway because you smell like a man who I want to make a baby with even though I can’t do that now and your eyes make me feel like the most desirable thing on the planet and I want and need and need and want.”

The I Love You Kiss: There are no words, but there is a process.  It’s a kiss, followed by eye contact, then another kiss.

Staten Island, in 30 Seconds

To quote the inimitable Dan Hopper over at the Best Week Ever blog (where I first saw this gem), “Even if you brace yourself for the locallest commercial that ever localled, you’re still not expecting this ad for Staten Island’s Empire State Gold Buyers. You’re not prepared for Randomly Singing Mom. You’re just not.”

I’m not being facetious when I say that I need to see more of this woman on my television, right now.

Tell Me

We all know the real strength of Crasstalk is, well, us! And lately there’s been some back and forth about a place to request posts from other people, but I haven’t seen anything official made yet. So take a second and tell us what you’re good at. Tell us what you want more of. Tell us your ideas for future posts. And I’ll update this post with categories.

Coffee & Cigs

Art & Design

Photoshopping

High fashion both current and vintage

Tell Me

The Latest In Nonsensical “Anti-Piracy” Arguments

So this article is from a South African publication, but its statistics were compiled by PricewaterhouseCoopers and the attitudes expressed in it are indicative of those opposed to piracy. It also exemplifies the contradictory arguments made by those who champion big labels’ rights to continue overcharging for obsolete media formats.

The piece shows its hand in the first line: “Digital piracy is inhibiting the growth in the legitimate digital market in SA.” You’d expect that the article would attempt to prove this thesis with corroborative facts and figures, right?

PWC also points out that, while the digital market is still very young, growth is expected to continue over the same forecast period.

“Digital has been increasing and spending will more than triple from R130 million in 2009 to R425 million in 2014, with an average compound annual growth of 26.7%,” PWC says.

Ah yes, piracy is killing the “legitimate” digital music market so much that the market is expected to “more than triple” over the next five years. The article then goes on to mention that sales of physical CDs will continue to decline, and it doesn’t event attempt to pin this on piracy. In fact, it ends with a quote from an industry executive who admits that “prices for digital formats are significantly lower than that for physical formats and this will result in a shift in the consumption between the two.”

Meanwhile, CrunchGear reports that the Hot New Rumor is that “music piracy has all but disappeared.” It’s true that music is no longer the most pirated file type–that distinction goes to movies and porn–but then the author ends his post with a bit of editorializing:

Not that this means anything, but I genuinely don’t know anybody who still downloads anything from public BitTorrent trackers. You’d be a fool to do so in 2011. That’s not to say that private BitTorrent sites aren’t still popular—they are, and they’re generally of a very high quality—but the days of the public BitTorrent tracker being the “go-to” place to grab your “stuff” surely has fallen out of favor within my sphere of influence.

And this seems to be the source of recent confidence in music piracy’s demise. But, um, I only use BitTorrent trackers for live audio rips, out-of-print releases, and hi-fidelity versions of music I already own. Where do the kids get most of their music these days?

They get it from Google. All they have to do is Google the name of the album they want and follow it with “Mediafire” or “Rapidshare” or even just “zip” or “rar.” The RIAA and MPAA have been catching on as of late–the MPAA recently sued Hotfile, for example–but this is a losing battle, because file hosting services themselves aren’t illegal. It’s the proliferation of “pirated” files on these services that rankles the industry. Any attempt to shut down a service like Mediafire will probably fail, for one of several reasons:

  1. There are, believe it or not, legitimate uses for file-hosting services like Hotfile and Mediafire, and banning these services outright would be seen as an unfair attack on their legal users.
  2. Moving your servers outside the U.S. makes it much more difficult for groups like the MPAA to sue you.
  3. It’s not Mediafire’s fault that people illegally upload copyrighted material to its site; it may or may not be their responsibility, depending on your perspective, but all shutting down Mediafire (or whatever site the industry’s attacking) will accomplish is getting someone somewhere to launch a new Mediafire. Ultimately, it’s end users’ responsibility to not illegally transfer files, and the RIAA stopped focusing on individual users back in 2008.

What can we learn from all this? Well, for one thing, industry leaders seem to be oblivious to the changing realities of online file sharing. Also, music piracy isn’t killing the industry as much as lawmakers and industry lobbyists would have you believe; according to Nielsen, digital album sales in the United States went up 13% in 2010.