The story of Rihanna the Global Queen begins on the small island of Barbados. When she was a little girl, her classmates called her “globe”. No, that was not a forehead joke; they just knew that one day she would be a global pop queen who would effortlessly slay your faves.
And as far as the Rihanna/Britney/Miley/whoever stans who insist on trying it every time Beyoncé sneezes, the sheer nerve of you stealing your neighbor’s WiFi to go on Twitter to criticize Beyoncé for being indecent and overly sexual. Why is it okay for Rihanna stans to bottom raw in the pissy bathrooms of clubs in bad neighborhoods, but 2 happily married and STD-free people can’t show their love in public?