Dear Rihanna,
I have a secret to tell you. I used to like your music. Not "love" it, like I love Al Green or Creedance Clearwater Revival, but hearing your early songs on the radio made me bob my head and hum quietly, rather than pull my hair and gouge my eyes out like, let's say, when I hear Nickbelback playing.
Even more so, I liked you. I thought you were a fascinating starlet. When you cut your hair, I thought it was bold and it made you look classy. It's something no pop singers really had done before. To this day, as I walk the streets of my city, I see girls sporting the same haircuts you had all these years ago. Introducing skinny leather pants the other landmark achievement of yours, but I know how hard you tried.
Let's be honest, though. Real Talk, like R. Kelly would sing (maybe you should call him, by the way. He knows a thing or two about picking himself off the floor). You have shoved down the toilet bowl everything endearing about you and everything you've worked towards from the beginning of your career to that ungodly night where Chris Brown beat you up. The differences between the person you were and the person you are now are astonishing. Take your music for example. Umbrella was cute as a button. It's a love song that actually says the word "love" only one time and yet carried its point across. Disturbia was dark and edgy (for pop) and the video was bold, while keeping good taste. That was exactly what defined you. You were bold and sexy and yet, you had taste and class. Long gone as these days.
What are your songs like now? You've changed every thing about them. Only Girl (In the World) sounds like a prison anthem and do I really need to talk about We Found Love? You keep making these songs based on extreme repetition, now. Are you trying to make us stupid? Have you been forsaken by your lyrics writer? You once made pop interesting and now you've become such a one-trick pony. Why?
I think we all know why. Google "Rihanna beer" and you'll know why. Girlfriend, what have you become? You manage to flush out every single interesting thing about you. I am very aware you don't want to be a role model, but it doesn't mean you have to become a pathetic slob on TMZ. As a public person, you have responsibilities, whether you like it or not. For example, not saying on Oprah that you're still madly in love with the man who beat you up. There are thousands of domestic abuse victims who are isolated, afraid and only have television to understand society, because their shitty husbands/boyfriends keep them secluded from everything. You don't have to give them money or take a stance for them, but you have the responsibility to shut your mouth about these feelings. You found the strength to forgive? Good for you. No need to make a spectacle out of it on television or social media. Don't forget not everybody had the support you had through this ordeal. Show a little empathy, dear, before putting your foot in your mouth. If he ever lays a hand on you again, you can kiss your career goodbye.
Get a grip, my dear Robyn. I'm not interested in seeing your drink your life away, snort coke on people's head and make silly attempts at being bad. Don't be another starlet ripping off Britney Spears. Just because you don't want to be a role model, it doesn't mean you have to be an irresponsible, alcoholic shithead. Don't you think that if Chris Brown really cared for you, he wouldn't let you make such a fool of yourself. In fact, I think the only reason why he keeps you around, is because he wants to put his career back on track. Will you become the Tina to his Ike? Don't forget she eventually dumped his ass and sang : What's Love Got To Do With It?
Get a grip, because your damsel in distress schtick is getting old and your fans are getting bored. When you arrived on the scene, you bumped Ciara off her pedestal as the beauty queen of pop/R&B but you shouldn't could her out, because ages a lot better than you do. Step outside yourself for a moment and look at the girl in the mirror. Be honest. Do you really want to have anything to do with her? It doesn't make sense for now, but think about the future. When your label owner will find a younger, fresher looking girl, don't you think he'll ever hesitate before dropping your ass. Your reckless way of life has already handicapped your look and it means everything in this business. Step up and take care of yourself, because no one will do it for you. Last thing you want is to blow off all your money and have to go to Celebrity Rehab to make ends meet. Charlie Sheen has faced adversity with more class than you.
your fan,
B.
your fan,
B.
P.S. Do you remember who this beautiful girl is? The fate of your soul might depend on it.
