I never did post my Rihanna post--all those notes didn't add up to a coherent essay--but reading The Times Magazine's cover story on female desire just made me think of Rihanna's "Don't Stop the Music":
- She meets a stranger, and they immediately fall into lust
- The music here, like in many songs, is a euphemism for desire
- It embodies a perfect fantasy: girl meets hot guy at the club, and they immediately get it on, but it's sexy, not skanky
The video in my head is so much hotter than the real thing:
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