Yesterday, late in the afternoon, I happened to come across an article about pop-star Rihanna, who was apparently in tears while discussing her abusive ex-boyfriend and fellow singer, Chris Brown, with Oprah Winfrey.
Now, considering that he used her face as a punching bag the last time they were dating, it’s understandable that she finds his memory worth crying over. What isn’t so comprehensible, however, is exactly why she was crying over the little punk.
Yahoo!’s Billy Johnson writes that: “The pop star’s eyes were welled with tears as she described having conflicting feelings about Brown after he assaulted her in 2009.
“‘I lost my best friend,’ Rihanna explained during the emotional conservation [sic] filmed in her home country of Barbados. ‘Like everything I knew was switched. Switched in a night. And I couldn’t control that. So I had to deal with that, and that’s not easy for me to understand or interpret. And it’s not easy to interpret on camera, not with the world watching.’”
So far, so understandable. Anybody – even the most emotionally fit woman – would have to battle a slew of difficult concepts and questions after trauma like that. But Rihanna continued:
“I felt protective. I felt like the only person they hate right now is him. It was a weird confusing space to be in because to be as angry and as hurt and betrayed, I just felt like he made that mistake because he needed help, and who’s gonna help him? Nobody’s gonna say he needs help. Everybody’s gonna say he’s a monster without looking at the source. I was more concerned about him.”
That’s the point in the interview/commentary when readers – especially women – should be doing a double take and asking themselves and anybody around them: “Say what!?!” and “Oh no, she didn’t!?!”
Because sadly, what the supposedly strong, sexy young woman is saying is that she’s a battered woman. She allows her life to revolve around men’s needs instead of her own, putting them first even when it’s obviously detrimental to her wellbeing.
That’s really not shocking considering how her career revolves around dressing up in ridiculously provocative outfits, singing excessively provocative lyrics, and overall peddling the idea of having sex with her far more than selling her musical talents.
Not shocking then, but it’s still sad. As is Women’s Wear Daily’s commentary on vice presidential hopeful Paul Ryan, whom it gave a C for his “current brick style,” boring blue shirts and square-toed shoes, the latter of which they called one of his most “grievous mistakes.”