Sometimes when someone says that someone “killed it,” they mean it in a good way. Like “oh man, did you see Les Mis? Anne Hathaway killed it!” or “oh, Emily drew another comic strip about Morgan Freeman‘s freckles?* I bet she killed it!”
But right now, I don’t mean that. When I say that Rihanna killed it, I mean that she killed the very idea of fashion. She murdered it in cold blood when she decided to put on a dress covered in marijuana leaves, and she desecrated the body when she slipped on that camouflage coat over it. It’s dead. Fashion is dead because of Rihanna. And not in a good way.
By the way, she and Chris Brown are doing another song together. They were seen leaving the same recording studio on Thursday, and Chris Brown’s rep confirmed that they were doing a collaboration. So, you know, there’s a bonus bit of awesome.
*I had to take an ethics course in college, and the class was called Freedom of Expression, but nobody mentioned that the class was actually Freedom of Expression in Political Advertising. But a bunch of my friends were there, and we figured we could do it together. We couldn’t. We passed notes like middle schoolers, and I drew comics about Morgan Freeman’s freckles, and they each had distinct personalities. I’m glad I could share that with you.