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The NFL’s Three Stooges stop motion scramble to cover its ass in the wake of the Ray Rice scandal involved some buffoonery with using a Rihanna song in the new pre game show. The NFL apparently planned to use the song as a tie in to the domestic violence elephant in their guilt laden repentance tinged opening. They put out a press release advertising the former punching bag’s involvement in the show.
“CBS & NFL Network ‘Run This Town’ for Thursday Night Football Open with Music Featuring Rihanna & Narration by Don Cheadle.”
Rihanna’s people felt this was exploitive because her involvement was limited to background music, and it was obvious the NFL was involved in some ham fisted PR bullshit so juvenile it was most likely conceived of under some bleachers. According to them, Rihanna’s label didn’t grant the rights to use the song because of this.
“Due to the misuse and misrepresentation of Rihanna’s name and participation in connection to CBS TNF, CBS was not allowed to license and utilize the song ‘Run This Town.’ Roc Nation made the decision to not grant the song’s usage.”
The NFL responded by pretending to voluntarily exclude the song from the show, insinuating that they did it in good taste, which is the same reason they wanted to use the song before they were not able to. Basically the NFL thinks they run our cultural landscape like Kim Jong un rules North Korea. If he misses a putt, someone will either move the green or tap it in when he’s not looking. Surely they are onto the fact that we all know they are lying and twisting everything, and still have no choice but to watch football. Its called a dictatorship. Rihanna should be pissed, although she doesn’t mind being taken advantage of and will quickly wash away the pain by banging a strange man with sideburns on a yacht.
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Rihanna’s firing back at the NFL for pulling her opening song for last week’s Thursday night football because the game involved the Ravens and the Ray Rice story was hot and heavy and when people think of Rihanna they think of her being punched in the face by angry Chris Brown. Or, just because the NFL vacillates between under-reacting and over-reacting to unexpected news like an unmedicated bipolar on her period. That’s a cheap shot at both the mentally ill and women when I really just wanted to mock the NFL. This abusive trap is easy to fall into.
It’s a nice sentiment, Rihanna. If you owned your own publishing and master recording rights, it might actually mean something. It does suck that Rihanna got punched in the face and now she has to deal with the consequences while Chris Brown conducts his court-ordered community service which seems mostly to be playing ball and banging hookers and throwing rocks at his mom. There’s no denying victim stigma. It lingers. If you have a choice between a famous rapping boyfriend with a bad temper and, say, a tax accountant who will let you sit on his face while you eat Rocky Road and then thanks you for the privilege, consider the option that gets you punched less.
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In its infinite wisdom to cover its ass over fucking up the Ray Rice debacle, the NFL pulled a Rihanna song from its Thursday night football coverage so people wouldn’t think about Rihanna being punched in the face by Chris Brown. They also banned Tina Turner songs and any Michael Jackson songs created after his childhood beatings but before his molestations of other kids.
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Rihanna works hard and plays harder. That’s so fucking Bajan. But even she knows you can’t get loaded every single day of the year. When her zits start bursting and dousing the kids in the front row, she goes full temperance.
When I feel like my skin has had it, I cut all the alcohol completely and overdo the water.
If you think being an alchy who has to worry about her complexion is easy, think again. It’s enough just to worry about being fired or arrested or having sex with David Spade on accident. Now you have to worry about covering your whiteheads before a Vogue shoot? I’d turn directly to heroin. It’s a natural appetite suppressant and outside of the sallow skin and the dead eyes, your smooth as a naked cat. Until you quit and your body turns into one giant scab. But quitters never win.
Seems sensible enough.
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