Keyshia Cole is an attractive and talented female R&B singer. She is also bat shit (or ape shit – still not clear which one is more crazy) crazy and is a hoodrat. Hoodrat can seem to be a pejorative term, but it can be wrapped in a cloak of affection. With multiple definitions on the definitive linguistic reference of the 21^st century, UrbanDictionary.com, this one is the most apropos – “trashy or triflin’.” This is Keyshia Cole… but we’re okay with that. Why? Because she’s good looking, has a great rack, can sing (any chick that can sing automatically gets bumped up 1.5 points, similarly to women who can cook get bumped 2 points) and is cuckoo. This is a lethal combination to the grown ass man who knows better, but gets caught thinking with his little head instead of his big head. We just can’t help it. And I can’t help that I haven’t heard listened to a Keyshia Cole record since the first Keyshia Cole record, because I know the type of relationship we have. Keyshia does hoodrat shit, and I lust after her. P.S. I love you, Keyshia.