I didn’t watch the Super Bowl yesterday, but some awesome Tweeter posted just Beyonce’s performance
, which of course BLEW MY MIND (but I turned it off as soon as Chris Martin came on. I am very anti-Chris Martin. He’s just a banal lyricist, IMHO). I haven’t really watched Beyonce perform live? At least, not long enough to finally, truly GET IT – I mean, I’ve always loved the lady, and I know she earned every minute of her tremendous success – but SHIT. She is a PRECISE DANCER! And SINGING while doing that precise dancer? What a machine. Her soul from way deep inside is all, “Nope, body, this is what *I* want and you’re going to be this kind of vehicle for me, so fucking DANCE!”
And Fuck YES she’s mad (in the simplest, most reductionist terms). And she has a responsibility as one of the most successful Black people ever to be mad and to talk about how Black lives MATTER on a public stage. And what fucking art. So artfully done. You know when the public’s up in arms about your shit, Bey, that you are making them TALK and that is the whole fucking point!!!!
So, Beyonce´, you are the latest edition of Metaphysical Vagina, a series of posts on this website and, previously, The Dirty Curls site, wherein I effuse admiration for those people who have made their dreams come true and inspired me to be a better performer and person.
I own none of your albums. I own three singles, “Crazy In Love,” “Work It Out,” and Destiny’s Child’s “No No No Part 2 (Wyclef Remix),” but “Halo” makes me cry and you just seem so fucking smart. And playful. And serious, but hilarious. You’re true to yourself through and through and you’ve broken plenty of hearts, and probably fucked some people up, but they’re on their path and you’re on yours. Thanks for paving it pretty smooth for the rest of us.
This song was a huge part of my second year of college:
Beyonce´, I’m not going to bore my readers with my new discovery of how awesome you are, because I’m clearly at least a decade behind all of them, but I’m in awe. You are literally awesome.