I’m afraid to tell my female friends that I don’t care about Beyonce. Not that I don’t LIKE Beyonce. Not even that I don’t care FOR Beyonce. I just don’t care ABOUT her. But for some of the ladies in my life, this isn’t enough. Despite the fact that she is a beautiful woman (which I believe) and that she is one of this generation’s foremost vocalists (which I also believe) I just don’t give that much of a crap about Beyonce.
If her song comes on at a party I’ll tap my foot, maybe mouth the two or three verses I know. But to other women at the party, the sound of Love On Top or Single Ladies will suck them into a hair-flipping, booty-shaking state of manic flailing and shrieking that I find amusing at best, but not something I feel inspired to join. I can’t feel the big deal.
If her name comes up in discussion, a web of praises is spun. Words of admiration, as if to proclaim her a deity, but also words of protection, as if Beyonce was the daughter of this female collective. Which is maybe why I’m so nervous to state that I just don’t care about her; I don’t want to insult anyone else’s God or child. But Beyonce is neither my faith nor family, and somehow the tight leather outfits aren’t doing it to convert me. Also I don’t find Jay-Z attractive, so.
I should also mention that I am every inch a “girl’s girl” and would much rather spend quality time with the female friends in my life than with “the guys.” So this isn’t a girl prejudice. With any other topic I’d be thrilled to admit intimate details. Nonetheless, I’m afraid to tell my female friends that I don’t care about Beyonce.