There is this post, by Ann Powers, on the Rihanna/Chris Brown collabs, that’s worth quoting, and worth reading in its entirety:
The songs Rihanna has chosen to record, and has sometimes co-written, are not ones I play for my own daughter (though yes, she’s heard them on the radio, and we’ve talked about them). They’re rarely, if ever, feel-good anthems encouraging self-empowerment. Rihanna has basically abandoned such efforts, ceding that ground to her friends Katy Perry and Beyonce. Instead, she’s entered into a space previously occupied by many blues women, country singers and girl groups, where women attempt to uncover the truth behind emotional violence, without necessarily comprehending ways to escape it.
The outrage over this one particular, very public reminder that folks who have experienced intimate violence don’t always fully disown, eschew, or even (gasp!) stop eroticizing their abuser has a whole lot more to do with the psychic boundary maintenance, experiential naivete, and forced/faux moral propriety of those engaging the decrying than it does with any kind of feminism.
A feminist response to this phenomenon? The phenomena of domestic violence more generally? Call me old-fashioned, but that might have something to do with, first off, providing some space outside of a Manichean moral system to think about the affective intricacies of the experience. This might be a cultural moment wherein things pop are prompting us to reconsider our collective refusal to engage the common, quotidian nature of abuse that occurs in contexts wherein the ‘victims’ rarely have the luxury to refuse to dignify the existence of their abusers; Rihanna might have the economic means to do this, but apparently not the psychic armor or access to structures of feeling that would enable her to do so. I don’t think many of us do – this is why there’s a little thing called ‘recovery’ that is a) a complex process and b) never complete.
Radical feminist thought, for me – particularly those inappropriate, outrageous feminisms Jack Halberstam has termed “shadow feminisms”, the kind disowned by liberal, mainstream instantiations of feminism on account of their antisocial, politically negative refusal “to remake, rebuild, or reproduce” conventional modes of femininity (The Queer Art of Failure, 138) – has been, through its vociferous refusal of these conventional modes of femininity coupled with a commitment to grappling with affective messiness, intimate horror, and everyday violence, one of the only sources capable of prompting an alternative structure of feeling – one of feminist rage – that could potentially counter the multivalent forces that normalize intimate violence. These discourses on abuse are a far cry from the hackneyed, conventional, condemnatory response all sorts of mainstream music journalists, and informal commentators, are doling out to Rihanna, responses wherein she’s being chastised for not definitevely estranging herself from Brown, responses that echo, in an only mildly modified register, what I’ve heard so many times before re: victims of domestic violence: “why doesn’t she just leave him?”
As for Chris Brown: man, my footwork is almost as good as yours, and I ain’t even famous.
–HJM
Filed under: Gender Thangs, The Anti-Jam, Ann Powers, Chris Brown, domestic violence, Rihanna