I have things to say about Chris Brown and GQ!

Asking Chris Brown to go away is probably too much to ask for at this point.  His career rehab started before he even pled guilty (to a very friendly community service sentence).  He’s gotten pissy on his Twitter feed over people who have the gall to protest his comeback.  He’s trying to get his restraining order off his back because it makes going to award shows awkward.  Really. 

Yet he’s still getting work!  He was part of a pretty solid cast in some movie last year, that one new song of his gets play in the mall near my job, Justin Bieber is on board for his next album.  And okay, he’s in the same box as GQ.  The GQ tumblr busted on Brown awhile ago, so I trust that them ending up in the same box is one of those weird things.  God knows I’m guilty of being at the same party as people I’ve ragged on.  But still, in general, that’s where we are, full speed ahead with Chris Brown?

The one thing I like about Michael Vick is that he’s tried to become a public advocate for the cause of responsible animal care.  I’ve read about him giving talks to kids, working with local animal rescue groups, and I’m willing to move on.  I could be bitter about the whole thing, but he’s done time in prison, he’s trying to turn his life around, and I’m willing to give him a chance.  I haven’t seen the same from Chris Brown.  Maybe I’m missing something.  But even if he’s just faking it, I feel like the most important thing for him to do was to highlight non-profits that help battered women.  Show up for a cliché photoshoot and volunteer, make a public donation, DO SOMETHING.

Oh, and I never want the NFL media machine to talk about redemption in relation to rape.  Roethlisberger can’t earn redemption from rape by winning a fucking Super Bowl.  He can’t earn brownie points based on how many rings he has.  He probably raped two women, and that’s it.