Bey Yourself

I would like to address pop-culture for a moment.  Specifically, pop music.  I don't really do pop.  Never have.  To be frank, it makes me queasy.  I admit to the 'catch' factor.  On a few rare occasions I've caught myself reciting some random top 40 nonsense, usually without conscious thought, on my way somewhere.  That's what pop culture is though really;  It's like venereal disease in that it is something that you catch.  Then it's in your body forever.  You can pass it on to other people, but that shit will always be with you.

I've recently caught, for the third time...my body just can't fight this shit off...Beyonce fever.  Her recent "Visul Album" has really awoke something primal in me.  Disgust.  Although I think it interesting that she chooses to "artistically" purge herself of her personal woes on her own terms in her own words, uh-hum...actually tis other peoples words, poems, visuals, cinematography, concepts, etc...she bores me.  The world ejaculates over her powerful perception and vulnerable ability to showcase such raw vigor.  She is controlled by the people who hawk her merchandise.  She is a piece of merchandise and we all want a piece.  Don't get me wrong, they do an excellent and flawless job of making us ache for the product but she's just that.  A commodity.  She sells an image, we buy it.  She sells a concept, we buy it.  However, don't mistake this figure head as anything more.  Her career is a perfectly orchestrated machine designed to make money, distract and control the masses.  Don't be fooled sheeple.  Talented though she may be, she's just as fucked and empty and alone as the rest of us poor schmucks.  She just has millions of dollars to fill her emptiness.  That's ok.  I'm not writing this because of envy.  I want people to succeed.  Especially women.  What I don't enjoy is watching a performer whose husband cheats on her become a feminist icon while standing by his side claiming he's 'the love of her life.'  Hunni please.  He's just a man.  With a dick.  Who stuck it in someone else.

It saddens me that her album is receiving such acclaim especially since she had very little to do with it.  Sure her emotional struggle and turmoil were the catalysts but other, unknown creative types made the product what it is.  It's indeed masterful and she gets the credit.  Gross.  Tis life I suppose.  The people underneath do the labor and the jerk on top acquires the accolades.  Beyonce is no genius.  Just a woman in the public eye trying to find her own.  I wish others would leave it at that.  She`s no God, though she demands that ``Bitches Bow Down.``  What kind of feminist behavior is that?  Also, making Ike and Tina references in yer songs ain't really selling the whole female power vibe either.  I guess what I'm trying to say is that young women need to be themselves and take this Queen B "movement" for what it is: fleeting entertaining distraction.