Rihanna’s ‘BBHMM’ Video and Our Resistance To Black Women’s Subjectivity
Rihanna performing BBHMM live at the 2015 iHeart Radio Music Awards.
As anyone even mildly interested in pop culture likely knows, Rihanna recently dropped a new music video for her song Bitch Better Have My Money. I found the video itself interesting, but honestly found the critiques of it even more so. Many of these critiques demonstrate that mainstream culture still doesn’t know how to meaningfully engage with black women and the popularity of the work they create. Specifically, it seems that critics of black, female artists try to understand their work through the lens of static theories that reiterate racist tropes, and which produce prescriptive, limiting understandings of their work. We’ve seen this with panic over Beyoncé’s feminism, shock in response to Nicki Minaj’s Anaconda album cover, …
A few weeks ago, I went to see the movie Bad Teacher (not my choice, okay?). A preview for the movie 30 Minutes or Less came on. The movie is about a guy who gets a bomb strapped to his chest by guys in gorilla suits and is forced to rob a bank. It stars Jesse Eisenberg, AKA The Guy Who Played The Guy Who Created Facebook. I was putting the movie into my “Not exactly a must-see, but if someone else was insistent on seeing it with me, it wouldn’t be the end of the world” category, when I was hit with a joke that was distinctly unfunny.
The two main characters were at the supermarket, buying some supplies for their bank robbery, which include masks, duct tape, etc. …
I love music. From Tchaikovsky to T-Pain, my iPod has it all. I also love to sing. I’m not all that good at it, and my off-key crooning is usually confined to my shower or car, but nevertheless I enjoy it. It puts me in a good mood.
On my way home this afternoon, I was listening to my usual pre-set pop radio station when a relatively new song called Extraterrestrial by Katy Perry and Kanye West came on. I’d heard it before, but never paid much attention to anything other than the catchy beat. It wasn’t until today that I realized what the lyrics were actually saying. For those of you who aren’t fans of top-40 radio, here’s a partial transcript. You can also listen to the song here…
When I should be doing homework, I browse the web for videos. And then I share them with you. Here we go.
"Chris Brown: The Interview" airs this Friday at 6 pm on MTV. Should be interesting (by which I mean upsetting and angering) to hear some more of his lame ass excuses. To think that teenage girls were actually blaming Rihanna for that whole incident makes me seriously sick. I've talked about the Chris Brown / Rihanna dating abuse before, when the reports first came out...at the very least this interview will give us some more details.
No, seriously. I don’t think I have to recap the Rihanna / Chris Brown debacle but just in case, here’s what allegedly happened in 15 seconds or less: There was a txt message from some girl to Chris Brown asking for a booty call, Rihanna saw it and got angry, they argued, she got out of the car, he pulled her back in and started to hit her. Violence ensued.
Let’s just get this out there: VIOLENCE IS NOT OKAY. IT IS NOT OKAY FOR A GUY TO HIT A GIRL, EVER.
But apparently this situation, aggravated tenfold by the stupid media, got even worse.
According to this article “Teenage Girls Stand by Their Man.”