I wish I could not care about this, I really do. But somehow Rihanna and Chris Brown still have me by the short and curlies, and I can’t stop being enraged that they’re back together. I might be able to let it go if they weren’t so clearly lording it over us, but they are, and so I can’t.
The most recent update is that they spent New Years Eve and Day together, and slept in the same bed, which we know not because they admitted it, but because they individually posted pictures to Instagram of themselves with the same sheets. Rihanna even added the tweet:
See this is exactly what I’m talking about. Someone else took this picture, you’re in a bed but you haven’t slept, and Chris Brown tweeted around the same time…I’m not an idiot. They keep insisting they’re not back together, but I promise you they were lying in bed together discussing how best to toy with the media and give them just enough of a glimpse of the sheets to put it together on their own.
I don’t get this. It’s so frustrating. It seems like the two of them just really enjoy fucking with us, and that’s why they’re doing this. They like blog-holes like me obsessing over whether or not they’re together and Googling them and Team Breezy and Rihanna Navy and all that. It’s dumb. It’s so dumb. You’re fucking each other, we get it. Stop flaunting it and either admit it or hide it. It’s pretty simple. You’ve already made it clear you’re not too worried about the impression you could give young kids or victims or perpetrators of domestic abuse, so why not embrace it whole hog and appear in the same pictures together. Take the criticism you so desperately deserve head-on instead of skirting around it because you’re afraid.