Monday, February 13th, 2012
It was the Grammy Awards last night. Chris Brown was performing. You know, he of Rihanna-beating fame? The night before the Grammys in 2009, he beat his then girlfriend Rihanna so hard she was hospitalised. He received five years probation as a sentence (clearly, those don’t count in Grammy years). This performance was billed as his big comeback. His loyal fans, mostly young girls who seem to have no issue whatsoever with the fact that he beat a girl up, tweeted their adoration and overcome by his boyish good looks, many tweeted how they’d let Chris Brown beat them. Let that sink in. THEN GET REALLY MOTHER FUGGIN’ ANGRY, BECAUSE WE SHOULD BE NOTHING SHORT OF OUTRAGED.
Monday, February 7th, 2011
The interweb lost its shizzle last week with the release of Rihanna’s new video for her song ‘S & M’. I watched the video, then bathed in holy water and lashed myself with rosary beads. For the love of boundry-pushing-Madonna-wannabes, when is enough enough?
These popstars may as well just progress to having sex on screen while their track plays in the background at this point. I don’t even want to get into the ironies of Rihanna, who was in an abusive relationship, releasing a song about S & M, which is essentially being sexually aroused by a bit of violence. I don’t want to get into the message lyrics like ‘sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me’ are sending to her young fan base, but it’s unavoidable. I understand that Rihanna was a young girl when she shot to stardom and has had to come of age in the international spotlight. Yes, she’s a sexual being and perhaps she doesn’t want to be a role model, but the leap from ‘Pon De Replay’ to donning full on PVC and whipping someone in a video is a giant one.
Thursday, April 1st, 2010
Friday, October 9th, 2009
Well who’d o’ thunk it? Being ‘different’ is now fashionable. I wish that had been the case when I was in high school, that way my Doc Martins and weird hairstyles would have been left in peace. Better late than never I guess, except that now, being different just means you’re being the same. Oh, the irony! So now what we have is people trying to outdo each other with the crazy, to see who can be the craziest. And if our pop starlets are anything to go by, the competition is fierce.
Take Rihanna for example. When she first sprang on the scene, she was this fresh-faced island girl:
It took her just a few short years to go from that to this:
Apparently, she favours the dominatrix look these days. It’s all very fashionable and edgy, but I get the feeling that it’s all very forced. Everybody’s style evolves, but this seemed to come out of nowhere. I imagine someone lays out her clothes for her every morning and she looks at it and says ‘really? This? *sigh* *eye roll* Fine.’
Then there’s Cassie of course. When her attempt to make herself more relevant by posting nude shots of herself on the interweb failed, she opted for something else and went from this:
Oh Cassie. Such a shame. Mainly because you seem to have forgotten about this little incident:
Britney already did it. And she went the whole hog. And because you only went half hog, now you look like a pussy. If you’re gonna go crazy, for God’s sake, go balls to the wall!
But of course, someone has come along and upped the crazy ante to the Nth degree. Everyone may as well just stop even trying. You can’t compete with this shit:
This doesn’t happen often, but I think I actually have no words.