1. The Increasingly Bizarre Chris Brown (IBCB for short) is becoming a caricature of himself
You know how in every crime/heist movie, thereâ€™s always that one skittish and perpetually sweaty guy who no one really wants to talk to, no one ever wants to partner with, no one trusts with a gun? The guy with strange clothes and â€œuniqueâ€ hygiene thatâ€™s only involved with the crew becauseâ€¦well, no one really knows why heâ€™s involved with the crew, and the only reason his character was even written was to provide an in-house foil to annoy (and potentially sabotage) the rest of the characters?
Well, Iâ€™m not going to say that IBCB is becoming that guy, but IBCB is becoming that guy. His continued descent fromÂ â€œboy next doorâ€Â toâ€œthat sweaty, skeevy, rapey guy with the platinum Caesar and the sleeveless jean jacket doing push-ups in a bar bathroomâ€Â has been amazing to witness. You can even argue that Britney Spears is the only other celebrityÂ everÂ to go from â€œwidespread heartthrobâ€ to â€œperson who creeps the hell out of everyone with an IQ over 86â€ as quickly as he has.
***“BOY FIGHT! Thoughts on the (Alleged) Drake v. Chris Brown Beef”— my latest at Ebony.com (and an article I obviously did not title) — lists four of myÂ initialÂ thoughts about what could be the most entertaining beef in hip-hop history. While I definitely want you to go over there and read the rest of the list, here are a couple more quick things I want to add
1. As much as I chide toughDrake for being, to quote Big Ghost, “the human electric slide,” I actually don’t dislike him or his music at all. I know his latest album was full of songs that may not even actually be songs, but I’ve stopped expecting him to live up to the expectations he set with “So Far Gone” and “Comeback Season” and just accepted him for who he is — a diabolical (Yes. Diabolical. “Marvin’s Room” was some diabolical-ass shit) stripper-savingÂ “Merchant of Cuddles,”Â and a talented guy who makes decent albums that you wouldn’t be caught dead actually listening to.
2. Apparently, a three-way series of passive aggressive Rihanna-related tweets between toughDrake, IBCB, and…Meek MillÂ precededÂ all of this. Somewhere,Â Suge Knight is spinning in his grave. (and eating waffles)
3. Rihanna still scares the shit out of me. And by “scares the hell out of me” I mean “somehowÂ simultaneouslyÂ arouses and scares the hell out of me.” I’ve never been more attracted to a woman who I didn’t think was really all that attractive. Her p*ssy is a paradox, and I somehow feel haunted by it just by typing her name. Basically, she’s the coital “Candyman.”
If this doesn’t make any sense, good. It doesn’t to me either.
***Before you leave today, I want you to go and check out Anything But Style. It’s a fashion blog run by a good friend of mine, and she decided to celebrate her blog’s one year anniversary by launching her own online vintage clothing storeÂ today. Although she’s a (gasp) Delta, I’m very proud of her for setting a goal and doing what she needed to do to accomplish it.
***Lastly, check out A.P., this week’s Very Smart Single, and hit us up at firstname.lastname@example.org if interested in getting to know her better.
That’s it for me today. People of VSB.com, what’s new on your ends of the world and shit?
—Damon Young (aka “The Champ”)