It seems pretty much everything is forgivable in show business today, you can steal fur coats from photo shoots, assault paparazzi outside hotels, and if you feel like it and if you have them on hand, you can even throw baked beans at them. You can leave your wife for your best friend’s daughter, star in sex tapes that you pay to have ” stolen ” from your house so your new movie can break box office bank, or you can overdose on the forth of July, go to Rehab and be the spokesperson for Mother’s Against Drunk Driving and not feel anything more than a week’s worth of heat on the internet, while behind closed doors people pat you on the back, buy you drinks and say ” wow, your career is really taking off”. I assume that’s what singer Chris Brown had in mind when he pulled his car over on a side street in LA and proceeded to beat R and B princess Rihanna to a bloody pulp back in February after a Clive Davis pre Grammy party where they had been photographed smiling and cuddling, from zero to sixty without repercussions, or so he thought. The first couple of days after they were “no shows” to the Grammy Awards where they were both scheduled to perform, “certain individuals” leaked to the press how there had been a fight, that Rihanna got jealous and Chris had no choice but to put her in her place, that he had been provoked, with the underlying score that she deserved it. The next few days those anonymous people on the internet that had decided she got exactly what she deserved were confronted with a leaked police photo of a battered and bruised Rihanna so swollen and battered there was no more doubt she was the victim and Chris Brown was the bad guy. So what did Chris Brown do? Well, he went jet skiing at Puff Daddy’s house. laughing it up for the photographers like he didn’t have a care in the world, not exactly what a person should do especially after they have repeated the cycle of violence ( Chris has stated repeatedly he and his mother suffered abuse at the hands of his step father). I know the man is not an actor, but today after seeing the online public apology he just released (five months way too late), I couldn’t help but wish he was more of one, because maybe then other young men wouldn’t think it’s ok to hit their girlfriends and that the worst thing that could happen is they are forced to go Jet skiing with Puff Daddy or P Diddy or whatever his name is. Maybe then they’d know the repercussions are far worse than reading a ghost written apology off cue cards, its having to look at yourself in the mirror.