A thought: when Eddie Murphy took the role of a performer who sells his talent to promote dreck, and Beyonce took the role of the over-managed, sanitized “White person’s Black person” didn’t either think that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to invite those comparisons to their actual careers?
I mean, how much of Beyonce’s performance was pretending to be someone who hides her lack of singing chops under sexy costumes and heavy marketing and how much was from the heart?
P.S. At some point I might post on something smart like, but I fear my brain is shrinking, along with the available word count on my latest writing assignment from which I am currently fleeing. Because the world needs another Beyonce blog, damnit!