I’m not sure what thought these two pictures from GQ (4 more pictures there) are supposed to provoke. Are they designed to turn me on? Or are they more a commentary on spousal abuse? In the first picture we see Rihanna’s derriere about to be punished by a man whose emotionless expression does little to mask his obvious debilitating addiction to alcohol. In the next, we see Rihanna still madly in love with him despite his abusive nature. So much so that she even sits on his lap and holds him close to her bosom as if to say, “I know you only hurt me because you love me. Shall I fix you some pancakes?” One could also make the argument that these pictures have more to do with race relations than anything else. The white man hitting the black woman? Hmm? Anyone? Anyone at all? Wait… is she not wearing a bra? Hot damn!