I'll make this quick, then slip back beneath the calm waters of my self-imposed exile from reality:
Rihanna doesn't need your fucking "advice."
The couple of times I've glanced at the TV over the past 24-hours, I've been unfortunate enough to find the familiar faces of abusive relationships from news cycles past, resurfacing to throw in their two cents about the whole Rihanna-Chris Brown thing. I'm talking about a veritable hit parade of relevancy-resurrectional opportunism consisting of the likes of Denise Simpson, Robin Givens and, of course, America's expert on every form of human experience, Oprah.
These people have come out of the woodwork to offer their enlightened opinions on why Rihanna might unwisely fall back into the arms of a guy with an apparently wicked backhand, and how she's just going to wind up enduring more physical and emotional abuse if she does ("girlfriend").
The subject of domestic abuse is a very serious one, which is why it shouldn't under any circumstances be dumbed-down and put up for a national debate among the pop culture punditocracy. Oprah has nothing worthwhile to add to the discussion -- neither does Robin Fucking Givens nor anyone else whose only qualifications are that his or her own story of abuse once pruriently titillated the public. These are merely people who glommed onto this latest macabre spectacle for the sake of their own self-interest. Some took the initiative of throwing their own names into the hat of self-appointed professionals; others just happened to be the most obvious choices of the sorts of overworked (but ultimately lazy) news bookers who tend to leap down the path of least resistance when it comes time to find a way to further a story and kill five minutes of air time.
Once again, domestic abuse is a serious subject.
Which is why you shouldn't give a crap what someone who's already proven him or herself to be little more than an attention junkie has to say about it.
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