If you remember my previous post about how Beyonce Knowles must be stopped, you know that Beyonce is giving way too much unwarranted overconfidence to thousands of devoted fans, as evidenced by the clusterf*ck of “Single Ladies” videos on YouTube in people who shouldn’t even be in the same room as a unitard. On the flipside of that, there are a select few women (and some closeted males…aka ol’ Pretty-Ricky-G-string-lookin’-boys) who still hate on the chick. Let me be clear…you will not catch me rockin’ to any of B’s albums on my iPod. Not that she can’t sing or that her music isn’t good or that I’m just too damn gangsta for it; it just doesn’t appeal to me as a grown-a** man (check your playlists, fellas). However, I give her mad props for putting the whole R&B/pop music game in a headlock, marryin’ “up”, and staying the f*ck off TMZ, for Christ’s sake.
In my humble opinion, nothing tells you how insecure a woman is than her feelings toward Beyonce. While the majority will just go ahead and give her props, there are still a handful who will still go so far as to pontificate on the many failings of Beyonce. A few months ago, as I was ragging on subpar sister Solange’s George Washington Carver haircut, an angry Solange fan commented on the post, going on and on about how Solange writes for Beyonce and sings better (lol) and so on and so forth. I was talking about hair and wasn’t really comparing the two sisters, but the Beyonce-hate was in full effect. Please detach the Haterade I.V. from your arm before you OD. She doesn’t write her own music allegedly…who does, really, and if they claim to, what proof do you have? So she wears a weave…who doesn’t? Keep it 100.
Quite simply, some people just don’t know what to do with B. They can deal with Ashanti because she kind of resembles a snapping turtle…oh, and she also makes crappy music. They can deal with Mariah because she dresses like 10 pounds of sh*t in a 10 ounce bag…and because she’s married to Nick Cannon. They can deal with Whitney because…you get the point. Haters can’t deal when they’re not given anything to hate on specifically, so they just pretend things are wack that really aren’t. The moral of the story is this…ladies, men like a confident woman who can point out when another chick is doin’ the damn thang. So you won’t indulge our Booty Talk-inspired girl-on-girl fetishes…we’ve come to terms with this. Next best thing is simply giving props where they are due.
















