AfroGay is betting some hours of sleep that it’s a matter of time before Robyn Rihanna Fenty returns to or wishes she was back with Chris Brown. If she has any sense, she should be calling, sending SMS texts and doing everything she can to take him back. One hopes that Chris Brown takes her back, too, because she is going to need him more than he will need her.
Brown and Rihanna – In happier times
If, ahem, AfroGay had been in her place when the racy text message that started it all arrived, Brown would perhaps have got a terrific tongue-lashing in the car for not doing enough to keep his tail where it belonged – with me. That, and a silent sulk thrown in for good measure would likely have been it. In the very extreme AfroGay would have stormed out of the car, taken off those killer 4 inch heels and walked home in mock anger. And then he would have waited anxiously for Brown to return whenever he did so that we could make up and make out. But Rihanna reacted like a crazy black woman out of a Madea movie, raised hell as well as her hands and a messy bust-up ensued.
After studying both sides’ responses, it is clear that Rihanna started the physical fight after she saw the racy e-mail. Brown did what most young black men do; fought back. Being the stronger of the two, he inflicted more damage, but there is little doubt that it was a lovers’ tiff that went out of hand thanks to Rihanna’s mistaken belief that she had what it took to teach Brown a physical lesson.
Let’s face it: whereas Rihanna is a beautiful air brushed siren, we know that she is not exactly pin-up material without the lots of concealer and foundation. On the other hand, Chris Brown is a beautiful young man with smouldering eyes, an enchanting smile and a flawless complexion – with and without any make-up.
Okay, she was beaten to a pulp, as the TMZ picture revealed. But then reports suggested that she went back to her man. Wise move, AfroGay thought to himself. Unfortunately for her, she had a new album to sell so and her puritanical handlers who have never had a single indiscretion in their lives pushed her into abandoning the man she loves (for there is no doubt here that she loved him – why else would she have fought him over an indiscreet SMS text from an admiring temptress?) and conducting an insincere, self serving “oh, he abused me” interview with Barbara Walters.
And now Rihanna is trying to peddle an album that has likely come out without the preparation and thought that went into the phenomenally successful Good Girl Gone Bad and the fans are tepid about it. Rihanna doesn’t seem to know how to manage and, worse, she is alone. The photographs of her walking out of London night clubs in the wee hours of the morning – alone – don’t exactly tell the entire story but they say enough, don’t they? We are not exactly seeing Rihanna on cloud nine, are we?
If, as is likely, her new album bombs relative to her first one, Rihanna will start to second guess her talent, and will be wondering whether she really is any good after all. With artistic doubts creeping in, paranoia won’t be far behind. Except that in Rihanna’s case she had better have some paranoia else she won’t do well in the industry she is in where you are only as good as your last hit. Obviously Rihanna is no Whitney Houston because she has not been around long enough or strung together enough hits to fall back to in the face of a lackluster album. All she has to look forward to is the prospect of future hits, lots of them and this recent album doesn’t seem to have exactly given her the push she still needs desperately. And didn’t someone pass around the rumor recently that she also doesn’t have enough money in the bank, thanks to everything she has earned so far going to voracious business managers, handlers and such?
In the face of a so-so album, Rihanna could previously have counted on the collaborative support of Chris Brown, with perhaps with another artistic foray into Manila or even a quick trip to Kampala, Uganda if everything else failed. Alas, Rihanna might already have burnt that bridge by the totally unnecessary interview she gave to Barbara Walters – as if anyone who buys Rihanna’s music knows who Barbara Walters is.
Can someone please pass on AfroGay’s message to Miss Rihanna:
Rihanna darling: you started a fight with a man and he beat you up. That is what happens honey when you try to beat up on a man whether he is or is not cheating on you. Do, however, take comfort from the extraordinary lengths Chris Brown went to for a black man of his age to apologize so publicly and also do public penance. He has behaved with admirable restraint and maturity by refusing to trade ping-pong exhanges with you about the night of the bust up. He has also professed undying love for you.
If it is the cheating that worries you, honey, slinging their hook is what [especially] black men do and if you had any doubts, pick up any newspaper and read about Tiger Woods. Sleeping with other women doesn’t mean that your man doesn’t love you. It is just a guy thing as you will discover if you find someone else.
Rihanna darling, despite Oprah’s lectures (and she can afford the lectures, thank you very much) about Chris Brown being an abuser, you started this particular fight – you admitted that much yourself. Think of your career, too, darling. You are not yet established as a solid talent with a respectable body of work so you professionally need Brown more than he needs you. As you can see, you have no man and your career is already teetering on the edge of the abyss. Chris Brown complimented you as a lover and artistic collaborator. Pick up the phone, honey, and ask to meet him in a place where it is just the two of you. Thrash out your differences and get back with your man. Because if you don’t a million other girls, and a few men AfroGay knows about, are willing, ready and able to do whatever it takes to snag him.