There. I said it. And unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past five years, you’d understand why this unsettles me a little. I mean; just look at her Insta feed. The lady likes being controversial. Hello, booty shots and smoke rings (of the dope variety).
But in spite of everything, there’s no denying her talent. And well, when you’ve sold tens of million of albums worldwide, and you’re only 25 – you can pretty much do whatever the hell you want.
I’ve been a fan since her ‘Pon de Replay’ days but for some reason I never got to one of her concerts. So when the Diamonds Tour went on sale earlier this year, I was in. And I’ve been counting down the sleeps ever since.
You can imagine my disappointment on Monday morning then, when I came into the office to everyone talking about how terrible her Adelaide show was; “She didn’t come on till 10.45pm!” and “Everyone got their money back.” No freakin’ way, I thought. I didn’t want to believe it.
Her next stop was Melbourne. Naturally I got a full review from my Rihanna-obsessed pal:
Text from me to L:
“Rihanna review, please?!?!?”
Reply from L:
“AH-MAZING!!! The only word to describe that woman is SWAG! She is a sex bomb. Loved loved loved her! I was up dancing the whole time! Would see her again in a heartbeat. You’re going to LOVE!”
And just like that, my faith was restored. After all there’s a reason she’s the most viewed artist on YouTube and the most liked person on Facebook. Sure, she’s not the best role model in the world. And probably didn’t handle the whole Chris Brown thing that well. And I’ll admit, I was one of the first people to shake my head when she went back to him – I was super disappointed.
But then I remembered; those of us lucky enough not to be in that position can’t really judge her on something we know little about. She’s only ONE year older than me, and I couldn’t even imagine trying to straddle all that fame and go through a breakup – let alone a violent one.
So here’s to swag. And Rihanna (without Chris Brown).