I don’t know why I even bother discussing Rihanna‘s fashion anymore. It’s always been bad, and it’s always going to be bad. It’s not even surprising anymore. Or, well, that’s what I thought.
See, that picture of Rihanna up there? That’s not the ensemble that I want to discuss today. Sure, it’s not that great, and I don’t even really understand what it is, but it’s not the clothing in question. The clothing in question is actually NSFW, on account of nipples. Because Rihanna wandered around outside, in public, during the day, with her nipples showing enough that I don’t feel comfortable putting it on the front page.
Are we ready to discuss?
I feel like the expression on the face of the woman standing next to Rihanna says it all, don’t you? Ugh. Maybe I’m uptight, but when I walk down the street, I don’t want to see anyone’s nipples. I feel like I should be firmly in control of whose nipples I see, how often I see them, and in what setting I see them. Is that so much to ask?
Seriously, look:
I mean, honestly.
Eh, bring on the decline. She parties like a Lohan. Stay tuned for another violent relationship.