I’m reading conflicting reports about whether R&B singer Sean Kingston is playing B.I.G. in the Diddy-produced biopic coming up. I’m waiting for the real reporters to confirm it. In the meantime, here’s my opinion. Kingston’s the best man for the job. He’s young, he’s got the, er, build and with a little makeup, he could nail Biggie’s face. And, AND, both have Jamaican roots. What do y’all think?

Bobby and Whitney. Every time I think I’ve had my fill of their tumultuous tale, they feed me more. And I guilt-fully devour it like a slice of red velvet cake. Finally divorced, the odd couple are still quibbling about Bobbi Kristina, which you know, is ugly business. But after their mostly crude antics on “Being Bobby Brown,” I find it hard to take them seriously. Especially when I read what they’re saying to each other in court documents.

Says Bobby:  “I did all I could to see my daughter … I also paid approximately $10,000 for Whitney and Bobbi Kris to live in a nice hotel while Whitney was going through rehab … I basically lived out of my car.” (Where were the cameras, then?)

Says Whitney: “Frankly, I needed to be divorced from him so that I could get my life back on track…Bobby is going to try to get child or spousal support from me … Bobby is fully capable of working and earning substantial sums of money if he would control his personal behavior.” (Maybe if he got back with New Edition?)

For real though, who else is ready for the Bobby-Whitney movie? I’ll take a made-for-TV joint, or a documentary/comedy/drama/action flick, starting in 1992 when the saga officially began. It’s got all the ingredients: love, contempt, sex, crack, bad weaves, arrests, baby mamas, run-ins with the law, probation violations, rehab stints…

Potential movie titles: “Dazed and Confused, “Dumb and Dumber” or “Crazy As Hell.” Wait, wait, how about a take on a Lifetime movie, “Hell to the Naw!: The Bobby and Whitney Story.”

Where is Foxy Brown’s Get Out of Jail Free Card? I read this morning that Her Raptress filed a petition to be released until her upcoming court date on Sept. 7. (Apparently, she’s three months pregnant and not feeling well.) The judge denies the request and leaves her in the pokey.

First thoughts that run through my head: Is she not blonde enough? Not wealthy enough? Short in the fame department? How is it that Paris, Nicole and Lindsay got off so easy? Indulge me while I recap: For drunk driving, reckless driving and driving without a license, Paris was sentenced to 45 days, released after three, sent back to jail to serve about 21 days of her sentence before they set her free. Nicole’s behind got four days for DUI and reckless driving, and only served 82 minutes. Jail was overcrowded, they said. Lindsay copped a plea deal, and was sentenced to one day in jail for two DUI counts (alcohol AND cocaine). She also crashed her Benz into a tree and fled the scene.

OK, so Foxy knocked her neighbor upside the head with a Blackberry. OK, so they arrested her after that for driving with a suspended license and registration. And yeah, she attacked two manicurists at a beauty salon in 2004. She’s a bad ass just like the other chicks. My thing: She hasn’t even been sentenced yet! Why is SHE still in jail. Here’s why: She’s Black and she’s a rapper. I say if the court system wants to show favor to unruly celebrities, do it across the board.

“Free Foxy” baby tees are on the way…

Diddy’s got another band in his clutches. Robert, Brian A., Willie, Qwanell, and now, Little Mike are the chosen ones. Can we have a moment of prayer for these guys? (Silence)

Lawd, if it’s in your will, please don’t let Diddy ruin the singing careers of five talented brothers. Mike busted his rump to slim down for this! And, Lawd? We know there are now pre-made burial plots for the music mogul’s ”Making the Band” groups. (R.I.P Da Band). We just ask that you show them favor and allow them to be the first to survive and succeed, you know, past a few hit singles. Save them from the graveyard of Diddy’s failures, please! Amen.

OK, just curious: How in blue blazes did Donnie, the dude with the weakest vocals, snag a solo deal?

Who watched the finale? Who’s happy with the final five? And who could care less?

I must admit. I haven’t watched “Girlfriends” on a regular since Toni packed her grip and left. I tried, I really tried. Ultimately, I found the storylines lacked the pizzazz that attracted me from the get-go. However, a few recent episodes I could stand involved Joan (Tracee Ellis Ross, of course) and Aaron, played by the so-handsome Richard T. Jones.

OK, well word on the street is that Jones isn’t coming back this fall. Apparently, he’s found a better deal on Fox’s “The Sarah Connor Chronicles.” (More power to him.) Creator Mara Brock Akil says she’s excited about taking viewers on some new journey with Joan, but I’m a bit miffed. I feel like I’m in one of those up-and-down relationships, where, in my case, the man just keeps messing up! Well, I’ve had enough. I’m breaking up with “Girlfriends.” Yes, it’s a Black show, and there are few on TV. But my loyalty is seriously waning, to the point where I wouldn’t be mad if it was cancelled. Because Black sitcom or not, a really good show bows out, not when its fans get bored, but at the peak of its success. For “Girlfriend’s,” that was the season Toni left.

If I’m wrong, tell me.

Bobbed, bespectacled and bonier than she’s ever been, Star Jones is making her big comeback today. I, for one, am crossing my fingers that she succeeds. I rarely watched “The View,” and just barely followed Jones’ career rise from attorney to talk show host. But I hate to see a sister fall and fail. (Note to all you “Tyra Show” fans: I don’t hope Tyra fails, I just need her show to be better.) Anywho, even if Jones turned us off with her lavish wedding plans, married a curiously feminine man, and lied, or rather, hid the details of her very public weight-loss from all of her fans, I say she deserves a second chance.

Jones, unlike a number of celebrity train wrecks of late, appears genuinely apologetic and sincere about re-connecting with the folks who hoisted her up the career ladder. How many others would admit to being high on themselves?

“I take responsibility 100 percent for enjoying celebrity a bit too much.” she told one publication. “I screwed up. … It’s intoxicating. I sucked it into my lungs and let it get into my bloodstream. Let’s put it like this: Now I’ve had a transfusion.”

We’ll see if she can make good with the premiere of her daily, Court TV talk show “Star Jones,” which airs at 3 p.m. (ET) today. Isaiah Washington, another one trying to get back on the good foot with the fickle public, is her first guest. What do you think? Can Jones be the star she used to be? At this point, does her name fill you with pride or pity?

Anyone who will admit to being my friend knows that I’m a Tyra Banks fan. “America’s Next Top Model” is the only reason I flip to the CW in the fall. But her talk show blows. Okay, hip hip hooray for her attempts to reach out to young women with her topics on body image, self-esteem and all the makeover madness she can muster up. But a good interviewer, she is not. I just can’t take her seriously between the trite questions she puts to her guests. And gosh, the cheesy social experiments (Tyra as fat woman, Tyra as homeless woman, Ai yi yi).

All this to say: Does she really think she has the journalistic wherewithal to take on Barack Obama? A Democratic presidential favorite, who, you know, is on a roll right now with America. Who could be the first brother to take the Oval office? Will she make him walk the catwalk plank? Will she stoke him for fashion advice? Hair tips, too?

On Sept. 27, Obama will make the first such candidate to sit before the supermodel, and I’m nervous for us Obama fans. Is anybody else out there?

For those of you still paying attention, Eddie Murphy is apparently threatening legal action against Mel B. now, accusing the Spice Girl of extortion and defamation. Why can’t two celebrities just claim a baby and make nice?

Partly because, according to Murphy’s lawyer Marty Singer, Melly Mel demanded the actor buy her a $9 million home in Malibu and allow her to live in it for the next 18 years (with 4-month-old Angel Iris, we assume). If this is in fact true, I’m with Eddie. That’s beyond pushing it.

The actor’s legal team has issued a cease-and-desist order against Brown, demanding she stop using his name in press interviews, too. Murphy accuses Mel of “disseminating disparaging, negative and defamatory statements” and making highly “unreasonable extortionate demands” regarding the care of their daughter. Does she deserve what Eddie says she’s asking for? Or is Eddie trying to make Mel out to be the bad guy (er, girl)?

Who else caught Comedy Central’s Roast of Flavor Flav? My spleen ached from laughing so hard. Finally! People were telling Flav what I’ve been thinking about since he jumped from righteous hype man to reality TV knitwit. Was it Jimmy Kimmel that told Flav he set Black folks back? A true embarrassment to the Black community he is, BUT he gave the roasters (Snoop Dogg, Sommore, Ice T, included) goo-gobs of material to work with. From Flav’s infinite number of kids to his jacked-up grill to his harem of ghettofied Flavorettes, we could go on and on. 911 isn’t the joke now, he is, isn’t he?. Now, if Comedy Central really wanted to take it up a notch, they should have let New York at him. Better yet, New York’s momma.

My favorite shots at Flav from the roast:

Jeff Ross: “Starving children send you 50 cents a day.”

Lisa Lampanelli: “You look like Beef Jerky in a track suit!”

And here’s a zinger from our very own message boards:
SFA_SWK: Flav looked like a burnt cockroach that’s been fried in the microwave, sprayed with Raid AND Bengal, and let loose out on the streets. (Dang!)

Play like you’re roastin’ Flav and take your shots. What would you say?

Is the family of Ron Goldman grieving or greedy? Since reading this morning that they’re planning to release the O.J. Simpson book they tried so desperately to keep off the shelves, it’s hazy for me.

Here’s the deal: a literary agent has picked a publisher for the inane memoir, “If I Did It,” the hypothetical tale of how the ex-NFLer would have masterminded the killing of Goldman and Nicole Brown Simpson. A court awarded the Goldman’s rightsto the book, in an attempt to keep Simpson from pocketing a $630,000 advance from HarperCollins. I get it.

But instead of letting the dumb idea of a book die, the Goldman’s plan to change the book title to “Confessions of a Double Murderer” and profit it from it anyway, taking 90 percent of the proceeds. (Some will go to the Ron Goldman Foundation for Justice.) Way to stick it to the Juice and honor a deceased family member. Oh, the Brown family will get a piece of the remaining 10 percent.

I have a message for the Goldman’s: It’s been 12 years since the trial, and 13 since the murders. Enough. Let it go. Relax, Relate, Release. If not, I’m betting every cent you plan to squeeze out of O.J. Simpson will be spent on therapy. Is
anybody feelin’ me? Let me know.