It looks like singers Rihanna and Chris Brown are back together, even though he ruined her Grammy night last month by giving her an ugly makeover with his fists. I’m hoping she’s trying to lure him into a false sense of security so she can get her revenge. I suggest she stash him in a well, moisturize him and make a nice suit out of his skin a la Silence of the Lambs. She’s into that edgy fashion, you know. Please, Rihanna! Please tell me you’re going to come to your senses and say to Chris, “It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it’s told.”
“Put the fucking lotion in the basket!”
Unfortunately, even very intelligent women can wind up in abusive relationships. Gorgeous blogger Frances of Topaz Horizon recently was brave enough to share her story in the hope that any women who recognize themselves in it will get help. She gave me permission to link to it, so here it is. I encourage you to go read it.
If you are in the U.S. and need help, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233.
UPDATED MARCH 6 TO ADD: I don’t know if this crazy shit is true, but the Chicago Sun-Times claims that as part of Chris Brown’s image rehab, he and Rihanna are going to co-author a book about abuse. Even nuttier is this:
“Part of the deal involves a contractual agreement between Rihanna and Brown. Word has it, the alleged abuser has agreed to pay Rihanna ‘as much as $10 million’ and possibly more ‘if he as much as squeezes her arm the wrong way,’ said the Brown insider.”
WTF? You know, if you have to make deals about how much he’s going to pay you when he next slams your face into a car window, maybe this is NOT THE RIGHT RELATIONSHIP FOR YOU. Someone save this poor young woman — girl, really — from herself as well as from the teenaged loser she thinks she loves.