ME, MYSELF & I, QUEEN: There’s Something About Beyoncé



I didn’t consider myself a fan.



Nevertheless, my eldest daughter, who was away from me for most of her life, absolutely LOVES her. It didn’t bother me, as I’ve never had a problem with Beyoncé per se, but it did give me a pause. I mean, I’ve never really been into mainstream music, mainly because it never included black artists when I was growing up, at least not since the Motown days. That is, until Michael Jackson made MTV bow down.  Quickly after that breakthrough, I was on to high school and on to hip hop, which was also missing from popular music media. So I’ve always kinda related to artists that I felt were disenfranchised.


Beyond that, I had fallen in love with the music of the Anita Baker and Janet Jackson about the time R&B finally became mainstream. Back then, videos were pretty tame. There wasn’t any booty shaking or grandiose declarations, just really good music and entertaining dance moves. The 90s ushered in newer and more “real” loves like Mary J. Blige, SWV and Jade, all of whom pushed the attitude of R&B divas closer to what we find nowadays. So, why did I have a problem with Beyoncé, who’s style is quite similar?  


I always thought that I didn’t care for her because I was SUPPOSED to care, as in she was a packaged artist that was intentionally appealing rather than it being a natural extension of her being and talent. I felt she didn’t deserve the praise she receives, which comes from a legion of fans, other celebrities and even the First Lady. Even when I caught myself grooving to track after track of hers when they played, I still distanced myself from acknowledging her artistry or my fandom. I had reasons, which I felt were legitimate. So, what was the main reason for my aversion?


I didn’t really know. Perhaps it was the way Destiny’s Child went through that roster lineup debacle, which seemed to revolve around her. Perhaps it was her being thought of as unequivocally beautiful, when other women with darker skin weren’t afforded such unparalleled fawning (even those within her own group). Perhaps it was the so-called crown that was bestowed upon her by the music industry, which seems to be a reward for playing the game, with an army of stylists, writers and producers in tow.
 
Or, maybe it was exactly the reason why I was fighting the idea of my daughter liking her so much. I had to face a hard truth that was buried under the surface of all the criticisms that I had for Queen Bey, one that I suspect is the underlying cause for most of the hate she receives. Beyoncé had my daugher’s attention far more than I did. She was particularly more effective at inspiring her to achieve her goals than I had ever been. Not that my daughter decided to follow Beyoncé specific march to her dreams, rather she took her overwhelming success as a call to action and used her steely confidence as a blueprint for her own. She’s currently in college, studying in a medical field, living on her own, killing it with her grades, all without a single dime or demand from me. I couldn’t be more proud of the woman she’s become, and I’ve realize that Beyoncé inadvertently joined my child raising village, doing things I never could.



My daughter is going to be just fine, and I am definitely a fan.



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