What’s missing from Rihanna lately, have you noticed? In her videos, on her Instagram, on Twitter, on HER, around her…

What is it?


Instead, Rihanna is surrounded by her best friend, Melissa, a steady crew of girls, and she’s doing it for them, for herself. When she’s dancing on a pole, it’s not for an audience of dudes. When she’s posting shots of her body, it’s because she’s celebrating it with her own pussy posse. Love? Yeah. It’s there. Perhaps the best kind of love. The love of friendship, the kind of friendship that’s patient enough to wait while you figure out how to love yourself. Which is what her mother was obliquely referring to when she presented her with her Icon award last night.

Rihanna is everything.