First there was James Brown, Godfather of Soul, whuppin’ all up on his woman.  Not cool, James.  Then there was Bobby Brown and his violent domestic escapades with his woman.  Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.  Tsk tsk.  Now there’s Chris Brown, singer extraordinaire, messing up Rihanna’s face.  Getttin’ all up in her grill.  Damn, dude.  That’s weak!

What the hell?  What’s with all these guys?  Why do dudes feel the need to hit their women?  It seems to me that when you get to the point where you feel the need to punch, slap, knee or apply a nice forearm shiver to your significant other, it may be time to just walk away.  Perhaps, just perhaps, the person that you are about to slug in the face is not really your soul mate after all.  Just sayin’, yo.

Oh, and you guys always wondered why I was so afraid of Murphy Brown.  Now you know.