Until The Fat Lady Sings

Like I’ve said before, one of the things I love about the city is that there is always something to do. And last week, I found myself wanting something to do, but with no budget for adventures. Thanks to a friend, I came across a free America’s Got Talent taping at The Fox Theater. I wouldn’t call myself a fan of the show, but I was down to have some free fun. The day of the show, I couldn’t have been less in the mood to go down to Midtown and sit in a 4 hour taping. Once it got going, though, I thought it might not be that bad, and I could slip out before the end and still make it home in time for bedtime.

Some of the acts were terrible, some were okay, and some actually got me off my feet. But towards the end, a large woman appeared on stage. She had bleached blonde hair and was wearing a dress that was far too tight. After a glance at her calf muscles, I thought for sure she was a he.

The audience was laughing before she even opened her mouth; no one was taking the Anna Nicole wannabe very seriously. When she centered herself on the stage, she through her hand up on her hip and cocked the microphone to her lips at a slant.

Howie asked, “Hi there, what’s your name?” And got back, “My name is Ms. Dia Monroe,” in the most ghetto voice possible. She proceeded to interact with the judges in the most hilarious way, the entire audience was laughing. She informed everyone that she was a “ghetto street rapper.”

When the music finally started, everyone was anticipating the most awful sounds to come from her voice, but instead, Ms. Dia Monroe busted out some amazing rhymes. She writes her own music, and was bouncing with the beat. She had me instantly on my feet and I loved every second of it. Truth is, I would pay to see this woman perform. It was amazing.

So, be on the lookout for this one people. I will be watching this season, if only to see how far she goes.

"Success in the best revenge."

"When I first moved to New York and I was totally broke, sometimes I bought Vogue instead of dinner. I found it fed me more." – Carrie Bradshaw

Before she wrote a book, before she had her own show, before she appeared on The City… Long before all of this, my infatuation with Kelly Cutrone and her absolutely brilliant mind began. As a rising sophomore, I actually looked into interning with her. But, I decided to hold off on applying until I had more upper level fashion classes under my belt. The very next semester, she appeared on The Hills for the first time.

When I saw her, in all of her black glory, gracing my television screen on a Monday night at 10 p.m., I knew every young fashionista wannabe was going to be emailing her their resume’. So I chickened out and never sent it.

I always knew I admired Cutrone for her hard work, her innate ability to know when something would work or not, and her gutsy “I don’t give a sh*t what you think” attitude. It wasn’t until I read her book, however, that I realized I also admired Cutrone the woman, the mother, the ex-wife, the daughter. She has an amazing ability to trust herself, and not have doubts. In her book she writes:

“…[T]his isn’t a book about how to be a smart businesswoman, because I’m not a smart businesswoman. Frankly, I’m not even that smart. What I am is fearless and intuitive. I’m attuned to the sound of my inner voice, and I’ve been following it blindly for most of my life, without any clear goals.”

If you need a little direction in your life, if you want to know how someone else made decisions early in life, or if you have a passion for fashion and the geniuses that make up the industry, you must read her book! And guess what people; she has a new one coming out in May, ek!