beyonce and my self hate

its been a long time and i'm not gonna waste precious space reminiscing about blogging. i'm just gonna blog like i never left.

i bought the first beyonce album, dangerously in love. i am a shapely light skinned girl myself so of course i think she is beautiful but, i have never felt ubiquity. call me old fashioned but i want artists to be concerned with the ART more than the money. the artsyness is important to me and beyonce is a brand. so, i became pretty close to a beyonce hater.

its logical. i hate ubiquity. beyonce is ubiquitous. i hate beyonce. however, i am here to apologize because i was wrong.

its hard as hell to be a woman in front of my full length mirror. i imagine that it's a bajillion times harder to be a woman in front of the world. i have never been impressed with mrs. carter's seemingly blank expressions during interviews, but i saw this episode of tyra and i am confessing for all of my transgressions.

beyonce you are fierce and you are all about womanism in your own way. you just want women to feel important and powerful and sexy and how can i hate on any woman trying to pass that message along. you are working in your ministry. although we may not always agree on the means, you and i are definitely in sync on the ends.

i can't love bell hooks and hate you. i have got to love you and cheer for you and get excited about your success as a woman making strides for future women. on top of that, i need to feel sexy, and special, and empowered and you are giving me a soundtrack to which i can become what i desire.

hating you is hating me. what kind of woman hates women... won't be me!