Did you miss Rihanna on Saturday Night Live this weekend? You were out seizing life by the balls, you say? Carpe Diem-ing and YOLO-ing all up in this bitch like a young person is supposed to on Saturday night? Fine, you’re off the hook this time, chippy. In case you didn’t see it via having things to do and a life worth living, the old folks among us were at home watching so we could report back to you, and what you missed was Rihanna and band turning the SNL stage into a basic-ass Windows 95-era screensaver. Also a notable special effect was the disappearance of homegirl’s pants under that jacket. Not sure how they pulled off either trick.
Despite what I said about the ephemeral nature of contempoary pop music on here the other day in this bit, I’m still unequivocally in love with both the Rihanna original, and the Jerome LOL version. Don’t let anyone tell you that I can’t stomach commercially-calculated pop music.