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Good Girl Gone Badass

By Lisa DePaulo GQ Magazine

rihanna is running late. Several hours late. Her fluffy bronze poodle, Oliver, arrives before she does, with his own entourage. There is much fussing over the dog (“You smell like your mommy”) outside the soundstage in Burbank, where the musicians and crew for her upcoming world tour are waiting and pacing. Almost everyone but the poodle is chain-smoking cigarettes. It’s been one of those weeks. A few days before, Rihanna spilled her guts to Diane Sawyer about the “whole Chris Brown thing,” as the musicians call it, and though the interview hasn’t aired yet, the buzz is on. She has also been saying things like, “I’ve put everything I’ve wanted to say for the past eight months into my music,” which might explain some of what’s emanating from the studio. Is that Rihanna, the sweet girl from Barbados, dropping the N-bomb? Her new album, Rated R, is, to put it mildly, edgier than the under-my-umbrella stuff that sold 12 million records. One song, called “G4L” (Gangsta for Life), sounds like a revenge fantasy, with her homegirls arming themselves with guns to go out and fuck somebody up. On another track, she talks about getting her hair pulled during sex. She’s made her point.

But apparently not enough. Rihanna’s image—so carefully crafted and handled and managed from the moment she was plucked, at age 15, from a girl group in Barbados by a producer who would squire her to his home in Stamford, Connecticut, get her a record deal with Def Jam, and send her on her way to superstardom—had gotten all twisted up in the “Chris Brown thing.” In the record business, domestic violence isn’t just a tragedy; it’s an image crisis. So now Team Rihanna had to decide how to “handle it.” Their plan was this: She’d talk about it for the release of the album. She’d do Diane and Glamour and announce that she wanted to help young women who’d been in her position. Even if that meant addressing what really happened that ugly night last February, when she and Chris Brown left a pre-Grammy party, gorgeous, smiling, and posing, got into his car, and she later emerged bloody, bruised, and bitten.

Before I even meet Rihanna, I feel for the girl. It’s bad enough to have the guy you’re madly in love with beat the shit out of you. It must be quite another thing to have this whole apparatus surrounding you (and your poodle), making you confront this horrible episode on public terms. And then what? If you say you want to help young women, can you really stop talking after the publicity blitz is over? And should you have to go through any of this? Not to get all domestic-violence preachy, but what Robyn Rihanna Fenty endured, at the tender age of 20 (when Chris Brown beat her up, she was two weeks shy of her twenty-first birthday), is not something that is likely to go away after the world tour.

On the lot in Burbank, the star’s new single, “Wait Your Turn,” keeps blasting through the walls of Studio 10. And finally, a flurry of excitement outside. Rihanna has arrived, in the backseat of an Escalade. Her driver pulls up to the double doors of the soundstage and idles for a good ten minutes while she slowly, extravagantly, applies mascara. Then she emerges, in the dramatic fashion that stars like Rihanna do naturally when exiting vehicles. The pause, then the ta-da. Like there are paparazzi waiting. (There aren’t.) The first impression is pure tough girl. The overly zippered jeans, the black boots, the gray hoodie, the big silver metallic bag that she swings over her shoulder like it’s a weapon, and the new hair (shaved and brown on the sides, pineapple blond on top). “That is the fucking bomb, that hair,” one of the crew tells her. I introduce myself. “Sweet,” she says, not very sweetly, and turns toward the studio. She wants to be alone first to say hello to her crew. “I’ll meet you down there, okay?” she says. Okay. “Sweet,” she says again.    Continue reading…

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