Stop reading for moment and look at the above .gif. No, really. Do it. I won’t be offended. Keep looking at it. Isn’t Beyoncé’s windmill just mesmerizing? We should look into her arms as an alternative energy source to power football stadiums when they blackout in the middle of really important games. Now, please get back to reading my post. That’s really what I’m here for. (Oh, okay. One more .gif!)
So yes, in typical Queen B. fashion, Beyoncé rocked the hell out of her half-time performance at the Superbowl last night. There were thigh-high boots, a flaming guitar, and a Destiny’s Child reunion. In case you were passed out in a food coma (This was my family’s table of snacks. Glorious.) or one of the .416 Americans who doesn’t watch football, a replay on her performance can be found here.
All the lights, dancing, and pyrotechnics were amazing, of course, but I can’t get over her confidence and stage presence. From the moment she strutted down that stage to when she sung the last notes of the final song of her set, she owned it up there. Every hair whip. Every hip thrust. Every arm windmill.
After this performance, I declare Beyoncé to be my patronus. She’s unapologetically fierce, amazingly brazen, and let’s face it, has great hair.
Though she’s been dealing with a publicity nightmare of lipsyncing at the inauguration, she didn’t let it show. Expect maybe in her death stare she was giving off sometimes. The stare that tells all of America never to doubt her ever again. Yeah, we get it Beyoncé. We are not worthy.
The thing I found most inspiring about her performance (besides her magical ability to multiply herself by gyrating her thighs as seen in this .gif) is it’s just great to see someone doing what they love and freaking owning it. Yeah, people have been criticizing and making fun of Beyoncé since the live-maybe-not performance at the inauguration, but she still got out there and worked it. Making music and performing are what she loves to do and she’s shamelessly crazy passionate about it.
I really want us all to find something we can “Beyoncé.” Whether it be teaching or something outside academia, I really want us all to fall madly in love with something, be unafraid to get out there on that figurative stage, and show everyone why it’s just awesome to do what we do. The world needs more people like that.
Think we can convince Beyonce’s thighs to keep on multiplying?