I have never liked Chris Brown. I mean, sure, he has the voice of an angel and dance moves straight from Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo, but something about him has always bothered me. My disdain may have stemmed from the fact that I think he bears a striking resemblance to a certain fictional character who stole Christmas; however, it is more likely that my contempt existed, because, despite that resemblance, woman were constantly swooning over him.

I would voice my distaste for Mr. Brown to friends of the fairer sex only to be met with a torrential list of reasons as to why he is so “dreamy.” Nevertheless, on Feb. 8, 2009, my claims were substantiated beyond my wildest imagination. Chris Brown was, in fact, a woman beater. As bad as this situation was, it was only made worse when reports surfaced that the woman assaulted was none other than America’s R&B sweetheart, Rihanna.

It has been barely over a year since the incident and Brown is asking the public, and what is left of his fan base, for help reviving his career. Sorry Chris, but the reason we haven’t forgotten and moved on is because you refuse to let us. As if apologies on Youtube, MTV, “20/20”, and “Larry King Live” weren’t enough you released an album and allowed a picture of yourself and a bruised and bloodied fashion designer. We know, we know, it was only makeup, but that photo created TMZ fodder for weeks. It’s simple supply and demand. You’ve oversaturated the market at a time when no wanted anything to do with you. So, Chris, do us all a favor fire your publicist, take a vacation, and we will see you when your probation is lifted