Step into my office. And just for a second, let’s leave our ultra-feminist/womanist egos at the door. The imagined barriers that separate us from our “other” sisters. The “I graduated from college–she didn’t” wall. You understand. This isn’t another postmodern feminist read. This is rather best received as an unsolicited response. Guns down ladies. I come in peace.

Why does Beyonce get under our skin?

Beyonce presents a hybrid of stan allegiance, angst and utter disgust. And dare I say, closeted envy? She’s pretty dumb, pretty blonde, pretty fake, pretty married, pretty paid and pretty pretty.

Face it, the sista has it all. Or at least all we were sold on having. She has the dream career and the dream marriage (would you have ever thought we’d describe the “Girls, Girls, Girls” Jay Z as such?). But we no longer gag at these classic “I have arrived” formulations. We’re more interested in substance. Why do we presume this is the very thing Beyonce lacks?

The singer’s early interviews revealed she wasn’t the smartest chick off the Houston block. She fumbled over words, appeared uneasy, and at times her eyes roamed to the ceiling. Beyonce quickly earned Black music’s airhead title and we’ve given her little room to out grow it. Beyonce’s ’60 Minutes’ interview however shuts down those staining coming of age moments. Albums later, the strings were seemingly unfastened. A 28-year-old confident and mature Beyonce emerged. In charge of her brand, the superstar declared she puts herself first.

She’s far from the loud mouthed industry prima donna– she saves her “Diva” antics for the stage brilliantly marketing an alter ego Sasha Fierce. The gusty temptress allows space for a more private Beyonce she leaves only to a curious public imagination. We actively wonder what of Beyonce, the woman and Beyonce, the wife.

On Jay: “Make him think he’s in control”

Beyonce gives the Southern Belle makeup able to compliment a larger than life hip hop king’s ego. She stands in demure posture; the 16 Grammy Award winner is a quiet storm who quietly upgrades. Imagine the couple vacationing on a private island (as they probably are right now). In the company other wealthy lads Shawn Carter boasts on a yacht about his latest capitalist venture and his “on to the next one” spend. The men blow out hearty laughs and cigar smokes. Somewhere in a noiseless corner Beyonce sits near a pool smiling on the inside giving only the gracious *sigh*. Nearly 10 years later she epitomizes Destiny’s Child’s chart topping “Independent Women Part 1″ single — she tops the Forbes list and yes she makes more dough than her man. Lest we forget with a pretty crafty prenup in tact.

She simultaneously offers her latest alter ego creation B. B. Homemaker. A stylish 50′s housewife where dusting in 4-inch designer heels is a fashionable inconvenience. Beyonce belts out lyrics Betty Draper could only imagine. A nostalgic symbol of Americana juxtaposed by sassy temper–to many of our counterparts this is a shock factor. But for Black women in America, it’s in our matrilineal blood–audaciousness is what we do.

“You ain’t never seen a nigga like me ever in your life.
And that’s what you can’t understand!” — Diddy, “Hate Me Now”

Beyonce the branded brainless girl is no distinction. The artist has clearly taken cues from her mother. Tina Knowles quietly dismissed herself from a cheating husband, managing to skip Wade-like controversy. Beyonce’s squeaky clean image is perhaps more than due to a PR strong hold, could it be her rearing? Beyonce’s success rivals if not out performs her counterparts. Yet we’ve seen little of a wild party girl. No DUI. No criminal court appearances and no panty-less car exiting. She seems to have mastered old school ‘good girl’ rules — the kind that will make him ‘put a ring on it’ while concocting an unparalleled career arguably unseen in recent memory. Beyonce sells sex and ‘House of Dereon’ sheets. What’s outwardly unusual about it all is that she anchors and sails her own ship.

What’s wrong with being sexy?

Decades after the women’s/feminist movement, some how we still conceptualize the feminist or more liberally, the socially conscious woman as a makeup-less, bra-burning, hair wrap wearing butch. A disregarded or misinterpreted sexual revolution unrealized, today a woman in towering Brian Atwoods and a cute mini is still not taken seriously. Beyonce’s stage costumes and sidewalk paparazzi shows are visual appetizers to men and an eye-rolling, nose-turned up presentation to some Black women. No doubt some looks and moves are suggestive and we aren’t co-signing ‘Single Ladies’ children. But why can’t a near 30-year-old woman be sexy? Much of her off-stage looks are often casual and understated ensembles, excluding her signature fire-hydrant red lips.

A friend-less Bey?

Notice she never runs in packs. That is outside of her own entourage. Beyonce isn’t spotted conveniently lunching at a California camera hotspot with the coveted Hollywood BFF crew. Her friends much like her image is protected. Entertainment’s female rat packs often appear to be constructed to solicit some kind of media attention. Twitpics of peace sign and kiss throwing images shows industry camaraderie gone fake. Ever since Beyonce tied the knot with Jay Z, she’s rarely seen with anyone else. This is met with relative contention and understandably so. But when you’re on top of the world its presumably hard to have genuine friendships, even with a cousin. Damn.

Beyonce vs. Black Women

Beyonce strikes a strange discord with Black women. We’ve undoubtedly witnessed a decade of Beyonce-over load–making her the woman we love to hate and perhaps the woman we’d like to miss. What really stops the singer from receiving the kind of nobel Alicia Keys praise? Even amid the Swizz Beatz-MaShonda controversy, Alicia Keys escapes the fight nearly blameless. We spare no punches with Beyonce. We deconstruct her every flaw–such is the life of an international celebrity.

But can we stand to consider the things we can learn from her? Is there some concealed part of our collective selves that admires her? Perhaps her pleading vocals in “Why Don’t You Love Me” speaks not only to an ungrateful man but also to her estranged sistas, “Why don’t you love me? Tell me (sista) why don’t you love me?”

  • Curtwill1975

    LOL@ the truth of Sweeties057′s comments.

  • tom

    This entire blog can be summed up as follows. Whenever you are sucessful there will be haters. The more sucessful you are the more haters you have.What is not to be liked about this sexy beautiful talented iconic young woman.

  • The Brownest Eye

    I LOVE music. I am an artist. And I believe that truly talented musicians are artists. While I see Beyonce all over the place, I don’t respect her as an artist…at all. For me, the fact that you have a singing voice isn’t enough to win me over. I have to feel the emotion in the music and I need to vibe with your creativity and what makes you unique. Beyonce wears outfits, swings her hair on stage, walks the model walk, and sings songs. To me, this is analogous to a child coloring inside the lines of a picture he/she did not create, and the teacher praising the child for coloring well. A good artist draws or paints his/her own picture that is memorable, unique, true to who they really are, and poignant. Beyonce is memorable only because she’s everywhere and we literally can’t forget her. She’s not unique. The fact that she has an alter ego who performs for her speaks to her cowardice as an artist (this is what irritates me the most). And she’s definitely not poignant.

    And another note: Honestly, to me there’s nothing about Beyonce’s features that make her a true beauty. She has some features that I honestly don’t want. Her neck is hella thick, she has an apple head, and her hairline looks like it’s glued on. I love my slender neck and I get it from my mama. I love my face, my smile, my body, my dark smooth skin, my long dreadlocs, my mind, my art, my singing voice. People have even told me I’m shaped like Beyonce, but I like my body better.

    Here are a few women I respect as artists:
    1. Erykah Badu
    2. Alanis Morisette
    3. Jill Scott
    4. Anita Baker
    5. Lauryn Hill

  • chilsie

    I have never felt genuinely moved by her work even though I will dance to her songs and watch her music videos. It’s all something that’s been done by someone before. Save for the fact that she’s got a brilliant marketing machine that keeps forcing her stuff down our throats. And she won’t take a break cause they are afraid that some REAL stuff will pop out of the wood works and expose her so-called ART for just the pop machine gimmick that it is. If she were clothed, and not jumping all over the place hollering(singing) would her stuff still catch your attention. Music marketing preys on the fact that there is a sucker born everyday and there will always be that person who has never listened Whitney, Mariah(old skool), Lauryn, Ella, (and many other artists whose music you wont come across)… for whom Beyonce is as good as it gets…. Until she steps away for a minute to allow an artist who is a REAL game-changer(not in terms of sales but substance) to come through and impress us all over again. P.S: Even Lady gaga has got her beat on this one cause despite being just as empty, she has shown a little glimpse of her creativity(aka wild outfits) which despite being a desperate cry for attention, people admire for the innovation. Queen B wants to be an icon and is afraid to step away for 2 seconds, less she be forgotten…

  • Taya

    Since when does beyonce make more money than Jay-Z

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