I have had a little hunch that Rihanna's newfound success could be warranted by a little more than the meth-like addictivity of her song Umbrella. The saturation of Rihanna in my life is getting intense. Umbrella is the constant hot jam playing in my corner bodega, my ring-tone is Shut Up and Drive, and just the other day, my MOM asked me if it was raining in New York and if so, did I have "umbrella ella ella eh, eh, eh?"
I Love Rihanna. I love all of the songs on Rihanna's new album. I love that Rihanna has one of THE GAYEST club banging songs, Don't Stop the Music, on said new album. But it wasn't until I actually SAW the European (aka cheap) video for the song, did my scattered thoughts cohere and I realized that the reason I am so SUDDENLY obsessed with Rihanna is because she has MORPHED into old school Victoria Beckham!
So, seeing as how Rihanna has ripped off her newest shtick from ole Victoria, when I heard that she had shown up at the huge TomKat "Welcome to America" party last night, I wondered if she was going to copy Posh just like Katie Holmes and Jada Pinkett Smith did:
It's as if on the invite it said "Only severe asymmetrical bobs and vermouth-free martinis will be tolerated."
FORTUNATELY good ole Rih-Rih went with a curly up-do, the very opposite of the Posh-Bob.
What a smart little doppelgangstress.
UNFORTUNATELY I am freshly reminded of the fivehead-of-doom that has been lurking betwixt the severe side-parted safety of the bob.
Oh well, can't win 'em all, eh?
Eh, eh, eh, eh.
