I need a Beyonce-cation. I am full full full of the "Single Lady" trying to put a ring on every damn TV awards show, dressed horribly in some "House of Dereon" creation that will become an instant hand-me-down to poor old Solange, or worse yet, in a barely there baton-twirling unitard outfit that exposes more than Dateline does on "To Catch a Predator." There's your predator Dateline! Sasha Fierce is eating all the opportunities for other, dare I say, "more talented, under acknowledged" singers out there. She's like the Heid and Spencer of the awards show circuit!
Sure we've seen this happen a couple of times now in B.'s life, the latest with Michelle and Kelly being moved off the stage so the Diva could go solo, but lately the tempo of her stiletto heels gyrating on an awards' stage has quickened to the speed of a "Halo" remix. Couldn't an actual Oscar winner have performed, like, um, say....Jennifer Hudson? Annie Lennox? Three6Mafia even? How about a throw back to the original Dreamgirl, Diana R.? Who wouldn't have gone GaGa for the Lady to sing with Hugh and Zac?
Beyonce just feels like an easy cop out; somewhat like her dress, "here, let's salute the Von Trapp's and make a dress out of the curtains." I can understand the logic, somewhat, "Press" does equate to, well, "Press" these days. Some producer somewhere was saying, "Oh, let's just put B. out there, in another tacky outfit, that'll keep people talking till we can get JLo back on the circuit."
And thus another Beyonce performance was hatched. Where's that attention whore Madonna when you really need her?
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