Thursday Night, I stayed up for what felt like forever and worked on copyediting for the upcoming box set that I’ll be teaming up with other 8 other amazing authors on set to drop in July.  And somewhere between the setting of the sun and rising of it, on the verge of epiphany or a mental breakdown, I decided to take a creative break and surf the net.  Well, I came across a multitude of Rihanna stories, splashed across every website in America like she was the cause of the Benghazi incident.

Why?

Because she had on a dress that you could see through at the Council of Fashion Designers of America Awards (I gasp).

OKAY…

I sat up in the bed to make sure that I wasn’t just underreacting because I’d been up for 30 hours, and I zoomed in on the dress.  NOPE.  It didn’t seem to bother my fragile sensibilities one bit. (And I’m quite fragile).

Yes, you could see her ta-tas.

Yes, you could see her rear end.

BUT (Wait for it)

In truth, she looked gorgeous.  The dress was tasteful, and fresh and alluring…but the one thing that did bother me was wondering what in the hell I would look like in something like that.

DISTURBING!!

I had to laugh at myself.  Me pulling off that dress would be like… well, Family Guy has already done that analogy, so I won’t reinvent the wheel.

But what I found incredibly inspiring was her recognition of mover and shaker Josephine Baker.  Truly, when I saw the dress, I thought about the roaring 20’s. I thought of gangsters in tuxedos and Tommy guns and Harlem Nights and reporters with cameras that had huge light bulbs in them.

So, she must have hit the nail on the head. Excellent choice on the dress.  And maybe (and what do I know, my favorite color is black and I wear basic Armani to slim my look only when I’m not in Target {pronounced TAR-JAY} and a soft cotton t-shirts) that was her point and why she was being honored in the first place.  She wanted to do something that had not been done.  After all, that’s what they pay her for.  They pay her to create sounds and music that we haven’t already heard, to dress and inspire like we’ve never seen and be a superstar.  Well, she did her job.  Bravo Rihanna!

Now back to me…behind deadline and exhausted…definitely on the verge of breakdown now that the epiphany has passed.  And this is comical and very symbolic….while most of America stopped to judge her doing her job as she is supposed do, most of us aren’t nearly as diligent about our own affairs.  So, I’m sure that she went home to her multi-million dollar home, took off her amazing dress and relaxed in her comfy pajamas while flipping through the Internet completely unmoved by all the yammer.  In fact, I’m willing to bet that she was like, “Bye, Felicia.”

And more power to her.

 

 

Stay thirsty my friends,

 

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