The video for Shakira and Rihanna’s “Can’t Remember to Forget You” just dropped. I praised the song recently for veering away from the EDM glut in favor of a late ’90s dubby ska-inflected pop-punk (and occasionally nu-metal) sound, and it has only grown on me more since then. It’s still not the greatest song of all time, but it’ll sit on my February playlist for at least a little while. The boppy verse and grinder chorus make it exactly the kind of post-Grammys palate cleanser I needed. Shakira released a solo version of the song in Spanish called “Nunca Me Acuerdo de Olvidarte.” The solo version makes a little more sense, because it reminds us that Shaki is just throwing it back to her alt-rock roots. I’m always here for female duets, though, and this makes a nice companion piece to the Gaga and Xtina version of “Do What U Want.” And the video is proof that if you are genuinely good at twerking, as Shakira and Rihanna are, you can twerk to anything.
What else? Tawny Kitaen hair-flipping. A sexy slumber party on a divan. Some girl-on-girl groping. Shakira as Tommy Lee, shredding on a wet drum kit. Fringe. Rihanna’s new henna-inspired hand tattoo. But mostly booty booty booty booty rockin’ everywhere.
Rihanna photo-bombing the men of Full House on the set of Good Morning America
At her latest MAC Viva Glam launch, Rihanna admitted to E! that she kind of hates her body sometimes. “I do pick on my body,” she said. “It’s a thing that women do. We walk in front of the mirror and we look at our butt. Is it getting bigger today? Ew. It’s still flat.” Yes, one of the world’s most beautiful women thinks she is not hot enough because her butt could be bigger. That’s incredibly depressing, but unfortunately, not too surprising.
The argument about how much of a pop star’s body should or shouldn’t be part of selling their image has become very boring to me. I don’t care if people are buck naked or fully clothed, as long as they are delivering a great product. Zooey Deschanel recently told Lucky that she believes “Daisy Dukes are not for people over 30,” but I guess nobody told Beyoncé. I wish Zooey had phrased it differently, or had merely said that they might not be for her personally. All this body policing bums me out. I think everyone should dress however they are comfortable. You can wear Daisy Dukes until you die.