There's a picture on the interwebs involving a giant, visually dominating Adele and a mousy Chris Brown (I say that alphabetically and in order of talent) that is buzzing with stories to be told. The media, not surprisingly, is having a feast with it. True, it does look as though she is letting him have it, and we, flies on the wall that we are, would be basically hoovering it up our noses and getting a contact high. Wouldn't you? Think: the man has a history of belittling smaller black women - the masochistic, battered Rihanna comes to mind. But if you recall, he also disrespected ABC's uber-professional Robin Roberts. The thing is, instead of throwing punches at her, he used a dressing room as a battered woman substitute. So yes, this picture speaks pages and pages and we're more the bloodthirsty for interpreting without basis.
[Adele just tweeted that she was actually complimenting Brown. I'm inclined to believe she is telling the truth, or being amazingly diplomatic about it. After all, he is not her problem to take home, but her (aforementioned) musical colleague's. And this is an industry that even when there is mutual dislike, the tendency is to be all smiles for the cameras.]
Even so, think: what would happen if Brown met and fell for a big black woman who would declaw, defang, degrade, delouse, and basically de-everything him? While he crawled and slobbered after her uncaring, big bad self who probably had a real man on the side?
Suddenly the night air seems a bit lighter. Hope, indeed.