✨ 💩 ✨ I listened to Rihanna's album ANTI pretty much nonstop this past spring and summer. "I got to do things my own way darling," she sings obstinately (and gleefully!) on the opening track, "Consideration." She does it over a throbbing bass line and itchy beat that I couldn't get enough of, that made me want to roll around and get really sweaty. Stylistically, the album is a little all over the place, but every second of it is firm in its insistence that this woman is taking ownership of her work, her image, her body, her decisions—and the consequences.
We'll never be those kids again
We'll never be those kids again
We'll never be those kids again
✨ 💩 ✨ I listened to Rihanna's album ANTI pretty much nonstop this past spring and summer. "I got to do things my own way darling," she sings obstinately (and gleefully!) on the opening track, "Consideration." She does it over a throbbing bass line and itchy beat that I couldn't get enough of, that made me want to roll around and get really sweaty. Stylistically, the album is a little all over the place, but every second of it is firm in its insistence that this woman is taking ownership of her work, her image, her body, her decisions—and the consequences.
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