Diana Ross: Divatastic!

Miss Ross clearly enjoyed fiddling with Lil Kim's silicon enhanced titty; then, like the grand diva that she is (The Corsair snaps), Mahogany (TM) was allowed to order take out (in an Ari-fucking-zona prison, no less!) and keep her cell phone during her last incarceration in the "big house. (The Corsair does an arabesque)" Now, according to the AP, the diva is taking no prisoners:



"Diana Ross is back and putting her best face forward. But the question is where does she go from here. 'I keep asking myself that,' said Ross, on hand to roll out a new line of beauty products she is promoting for M-A-C Cosmetics."

Apopos of nothing: The Corsair never did quite get the dripping of the hot wax on her body in a party in Rome thing -- what was up with that? Or the crude blue collar workmen who threw domestic beer on the politically idealistic Billy Dee, while he was trying to uplift his people. And what not.

-- Or the dastardly fashion photographer Sean McAvoy, so ably played by the late, great Anthony Perkins (thank you ... thank you), who engaged in a rather homoerotic fit of "gun wrestling" with soon-to-be Colt 45 malt liquor pitchman, Billy Dee Williams, the only man who ever did justice to that significant cultural African-American artifact, the Jheri-curl (TM). But we digress:

"There is one thing she knows for certain, the 60-year-old pop diva told The Associated Press: 'I am a survivor.'

"... Surrounded by photographers Thursday, she flitted, flirted and even shook her derriere in old-time Supremes fashion.

"But then her appearance has always been as much a part of her public persona as her voice.

"'Am I a beauty icon?' she asked, turning to a swarm of photographers. They replied with a halfhearted 'Yes.'"

"'Am I a beauty icon?!' Ross asked again, more boldly this time.

"'YES!' the photographers shouted back, creating a supreme diva moment."

The Corsair snaps his fingers violently, mouths the words, 'fierce,' through perfectly moisturized lips, snaps once again abruptly, does a twirl for effect, then, finally, does the obligatory neckroll ...