You know who I find deeply uninteresting? Rihanna.
Clearly I am somewhat alone in this, since Rihanna’s cool minty gaze graces the cover of one magazine after another, month after celebrity-obsessed month. But every time I look at this young woman, my body is completely drained of curiosity.
I don’t wonder anything at all.
This is unusual for me. Even Jennifer Anniston, who I find about as tantalizing as an unseasoned crouton, can get me to glance at a magazine cover to see if she's really pregnant or still just "finally getting ready to welcome her first baby (who has not yet been conceived) says a source close to the star."
But Rihanna?
Rihannothankyou.
