The Problem With Beyonce

One woman should never feel the entire plight of a gender, race, or class, or any other social distinction. We look to Beyonce for answers because she surpassed the expectations of a white patriarchy. And when anyone achieves this feat, no matter what station predominates their existence we automatically look at them like a superhero. If someone can so seamlessly transcend these social barriers and distinctions we simultaneously shame ourselves for not overcoming more and hero-fy those that do. The truth is those that defy our parochial opinions on how far they deserve to go in our society- those that surprise us- do so through a random set of variables. I love Beyonce and I think we can all agree how otherworldly she appears when she transfixes our eyes on a series of bodily movements that are so flawless and poetic, so visceral and gritty- should everyone’s body be able to do this?

The truth is we have to stop asking ‘why doesn’t Beyonce wear her hair more natural?’ or ‘why does Beyonce speak so hood?’ ‘How is Beyonce a feminist and a lingerie model?’ Beyonce is Beyonce. Neither a hero nor a villain. Not a saint and not a devil. She’s not going to end sexism or cure cancer. She is an entertainer.

Let’s use Beyonce as an example not to hate ourselves. How many more Beyonces are among us right now but are taught that they need to be like someone else to feel special? I think what we are all most jealous of is the fact that she seems totally secure with herself. That translates into authenticity. Through the cultivation of the authentic individual we will be creating an environment that grows more Beyonces and I think we can all agree that would be a pretty great thing. I hope everyone finds their inner Beyonce today.