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Shakira’s Boyfriend Won’t ‘Let Her’ Work With Male Singers Anymore, Which Sounds Super Healthy

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Oh Shakira.  How I wish you (and your hips) were lying about your relationship with your boyfriend and the limits he feels he can place on your career.  Remember that video Shakira made with Rihanna‘s butt?  Turns out there was a more prominent reason behind (no pun intended) it beyond “straight, hot women pretending to be gay gets straight guys really hot and bothered.”  Apparently Shakira's boyfriend and father of her child, Girard Pique, only wants her butt rubbing on other women only from now on:

“He's very territorial, and since he no longer lets me do videos with men, well, I have to do them with women. It's more than implied in our relationship that I can't do videos like I used to.  It's out of the question  which I like, by the way.  I like that he protects his turf and he values me, in a way that the only person that he would ever let graze my thigh would be Rihanna.”

Since “territorial” would be the type of word I'd use to describe how my dog feels about his stuffed batman toy whenever anyone else goes near it, I can't really relate to using that term to describe my relationship.  You know why?  Because it sounds pretty unhealthy.  Don't get me wrong, if she's tickled pink to be considered “his turf”, then that's her prerogative.  I'm just saying it's a damn shame that the career she's achieved and I'm sure worked pretty hard for has the potential to suffer because her boyfriend doesn't know the difference between real and pretend.

Also, if he's so jealous and insecure, could he have picked a less vixen-like video co-star than Rihanna?  I mean, she's no Pollyanna.  You're not going to see her starring in a video wearing a Duggar Denim special, you know?  Sigh.  I'm not saying I'm an expert in celebrity relationships or that I have any right to judge how someone else defines “happiness” or anything, I'm just saying I wouldn't be surprised if this relationship doesn't last longer than you can sing the chorus from “Whenever, Wherever.”

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