A few years ago, audiences were preoccupied with seeing Rihanna as a victim — an identity she was never comfortable with — and eventually as a "bad" victim when (like many victims) she found it hard to make a clean break from her abuser.
Then the narrative shifted, and she became the weed smoking, man-eating BadGalRiri we know today, someone who's carefree to the point of caricature. Rihanna emerges from a black Escalade in formal pajamas, glass of red wine in hand, and we fill in the blanks ourselves. We've taken the scraps she's fed us and turned her into our Patron Saint of Not Giving a F*ck. On Instagram, red carpets and in videos, she exudes DGAF confidence; she's the girl you want to party with. Which isn't a bad thing to be, but is an impossible thing to be all the time Read more...
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