Sex sells. The 90's cemented that notion. Madonna continued to stack chips. Pamela Anderson became an international star, and even Monica got paid to write about throwing lips to the presidential d***. Meanwhile, hip hop witnessed the rise of two divas of debauchery. Foxy Brown extolled the virtues of her ill na-na on two platinum sellers and parlayed her designer obssession into a lucrative Calvin Klein contract. 'Lil Kim was equally enamored of her own punnany, explicitly flossing her diminutive, faux-goldilocked self into hardcore platinum stardom.* The brown Fox and the Queen Bee weren't cooing some romanticized ooh-baby-baby fantasy. They knocked us back with raw sexuality for sale to the highest bidder. Bad as we wanted them to be.* Then, after 5 million sold, the self-described "grown-ass" Foxy was feeling explioted, ha? Male record execs were selling her hypersexual teenage ass for some healthy SoundScan numbers, ha? And mama didn't appreciate that crotch-grabbing cover of Vibe, ha? Well....sex sells. Can't cry foul after the check's cashed.* 'Lil Kim's got her own contradictions to face. Just scratch the surface of her raunchy, iced-out, fur swathed image. Soft-spoken Kimberly Jones had love for her soul sister back in the day. Right there in black and white on the liner notes of Big Momma's 1996 solo debut, HardCore, she wrote, "Foxy, my partner in crime, a.k.a. Thelma & Louise." Now in the competitve, get-money days, it ain't about partnership. "Lost friendship for pride/playing the game" were the words of Inga Marchand, not Foxy Brown, on Chyna Doll's "My Life." Some say she even displays shades of her old friend's style on that album.* Sex sells, so go on...be a fly-ass b****. It's all love. But don't be that b****. Maybe Foxy and Kim should dig up the "Thelma & Louise" track they once planned to do together and set it off lovely for the new millineum. In the chick flick to which the song refers, the two female characters were prepared to ride or die-for each other. It can't always be about the loot, the shine and the game. Sex sells, but what about sisterhood? Can't put a price on that. -Erica Kennedy