Seriously, let’s end this discussion now. Rihanna is all kinds of turned-the-oven-up-way-too-high kinds of burning hot. I’m the first to say that her music is questionable, I’m not sure that without all the fly-by-wire technology, she could hold her own as a grade school music teacher singing Pop Goes the Weasel to the kids, but, there’s that amazing body and boobs and hot sultry look (even with the red hair) that just drives me to want to pay attention to her, even with the auto-tuned nonsense and an album of music that sounds like it was made by my seventh grade semi-spastic neighbor, Zach, with his buddies on GarageBand. I would not kick Rihanna out of my… well, anywhere. Enjoy.