Beyonce, Blue Ivy, and the Public Performance of Motherhood

Beyoncé is giving the performance of a lifetime, and for once, it’s not for us. This past week, Bey came under fire for the appearance of her daughter Blue Ivy’s hair. It’s not the first time. And this isn’t the first time I’ve written about Bey, Blue and hair, either. What’s new? This petition imploring the Carters toContinue reading “Beyonce, Blue Ivy, and the Public Performance of Motherhood”

The Sweetest Thing You Missed about Beyonce’s Grammy Performance

The most touching thing about Jay and Bey at the Grammys: an impromptu prose poem Wasn’t her leaning into him while he rapped. Wasn’t the grin on his face watching her strut. Wasn’t the grip of his hands on her fatty. Wasn’t the hug and kiss they shared. Wasn’t even the surfborting they pantomimed (BeyContinue reading “The Sweetest Thing You Missed about Beyonce’s Grammy Performance”

Dooky Twists + Farts: Can Women Keep it Funky in Love?

Generally comfortable in my own skin, I have never been a glam girl who “puts on her face” every time I leave the house. I see a lot of #nakedface posts on Instagram and I chuckle because my naked face is my default, rather than a marked occasion. I actually have to remind myself thatContinue reading “Dooky Twists + Farts: Can Women Keep it Funky in Love?”

Friday Feel-Good Tune: “Get Me Bodied” by Beyonce

While you were sleeping, Beyoncé dropped an album last night and basically upset the cosmos. The Beyhive is abuzz, folks. Tread lightly. Although I’m probably her core demographic (black female, 18-45), I’ve never loved Bey like the rest of Black Girl Nation (and the world) seems to. Her videos outperform her music sonically, to me; sheContinue reading “Friday Feel-Good Tune: “Get Me Bodied” by Beyonce”