I think I’m pretty well connected to the world around me. My cell is on during the ride to work. I have email accounts with yahoo, hotmail and gmail. Then of course I have email and a fax machine at work. I always check the text messages on my phone. Once I get home, I empty the mailbox and read all the contents. Once in the house, I check the phone for messages. I read the Washington Post and CNN daily. Most days I watch the local news and the national evening news. I keep a calendar with all the important events, meetings and community functions that I’m scheduled to attend.
So, with all those ways of getting my attention, how in the hell did I miss the memo? Where was I when the email came through saying that I’m not supposed to like Beyonce? How’d I miss the call to tell me that she really isn’t that pretty? Did my fax eat the memo declaring that she’s untalented? Did my Razr phone delete the text message must telling me to boycott Dreamgirls because she’s in it? Did my husband forget to tell me that we were invited to attend a Pop Culture Voting party to decide how we felt about B?
Everyone has the right to their opinion. And it seems that the popular opinion of the moment is to not like Beyonce. She overrated, she doesn’t sing that well, her performances are average, her acting is laughable, her body is odd shaped, why is she dating Jay-Z, House of Derion clothes are ugly, etc. I happen to like Miss Beyonce.
Argh! Don’t stone me! I can like her and I’m not afraid to say it. I don’t think she’s the next coming of Aretha Franklin or Whitney Houston, but who says she has to be? She’s more talented than the foolishness that is Cierra or Cassie. I like Beyonce’s youthful energy, her live performances are wonderful and her voice is becoming stronger. She’s shown a bit of business savvy (or surrounding herself with folks who make her look it) by starting her clothing line (I hear that a cosmetics line is on the way). I commend the marketing and public relations team who work for her and Sony, because they are doing one hell of job keeping her out there. From music to movies, from magazines to television appearances, from her current search for female dancers to simply being photographed while shopping, they keep that young lady in our faces. Ahha! Maybe that’s it. Ya’ll are seeing so much of her that you’ve had enough? I guess that would make the assumption that at one point you actually liked her, but oversaturation has dulled your ardor. Hmm, kinda like saying that I liked my husband alot, but once we moved in together, I was seeing him too much and now I’ve had enough. Crazy, but I guess it happens. *lol*
To hear folks tell it, Beyonce can’t sing, dance, act, walk, talk or chew gum. Wow! All those opinions over little ole B? I guess that means she has really made it. If the public can’t stop talking about ‘cha, baby, you’re a star!
(photo courtesy of Ms. YBF)