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Shit, you guys. Does anybody have an artist friend who can do a large-ish watercolor version of this for me?
Let me tell you about this dream I had once…
This looks uncannily like an illustration from the magazine where I work. I wish I were kidding.
that when i am old, i am going to be a fat version of rachel zoe who is still telling sarah-silverman-esque vagina jokes to her room full of cats, and that my tolerance for alcohol will become so bad that i have to resort to drinking straight gasoline from a jug.
Wow, coming down off topical oral analgesics is a bitch, huh?
I’m sorry, Marissa Nystrom, but the correct answer was, “Fuck no. Fucking get off your computer and fucking ask me like I’m an actual living, breathing human with whom you want to spend the rest of your life, and not some emotionless avatar you can use to live out your fantasies on the Internet, you disgusting slob of a manboy.”
(This is a link to a Gawker post, obviously.)
Recommending the Rihanna discussions here and here (you’ll need to be both a member of Livejournal and friends with Lex); my general feeling is that Rated R is pitch-perfect, exactly what it needed to be both in relation to Rihanna’s role as a character in a tabloid narrative and her place as an artist in pop music in 2009. Also, it’s interesting how tight the writing on this album is, and how consistently and increasingly tight the writing for Rihanna is in general. I’ve never been as fond of Ne-Yo and The-Dream as some people seem to be; their lyrics often strike me as sloppy and half-assed, gesturing toward things when they could be detailed and descriptive, falling back on obvious placeholder words (and even entire lines) that serve no purpose beyond being the right number of syllables. (Although, admittedly, because their lyrics often strike me as sloppy and half-assed, I usually don’t listen to them more than once or twice and can’t provide you with examples of said sloppiness and half-assery off the top of my head.) But when they write for Rihanna, more often than not, every word is absolutely fucking necessary. And actually, it’s not just Ne-Yo and The-Dream. Will.i.am writes better when it’s for her, too, and so does Justin Timberlake (although he and Tricky are almost always up to the Rihanna standard, no matter who they’re writing for). Why? What is it about Rihanna that makes that possible?
Anyway, all that said, my favorite moment on Rated R might be the part where Jeezy jumps out all, “GO HARD OR GO HOME…BACK TO YOUR RESIDENCE.”
