I’m no hater, but I raised my eyebrows a few times during Beyonce’s pyrotechnic-infused Super Bowl performance.
Here's the thing: Queen Bey was beyond phenomenal Sunday night. After all the tongue wagging over her lip synching at President Obama’s inauguration, she needed to bring her A game and boy did she. She killed it, as the saying goes. Even if her skimpy bodysuit outfit was a tad on the dominatrix side, Beyonce looked gorgeous with her flowing, blonde mane blowing out behind her as she stomped around the stage. Her confidence is inspiring. I love the fact that she’s not rail thin and still manages to be as Jay Z raps, “the hottest chick in the game.“ Seeing Destiny’s Child pop up to join her onstage only added to the thrill. I spent much of the halftime show bouncing around and yelling at the TV screen.
Girlfriend turned it out in the dance department, but there were moments when she was gyrating like a stripper who needed money to pay her back rent. You never see Tina Turner laid out across a dirty floor like that. Diana Ross either.
Next time she's onstage, I'd love to hear more singing and see less crotch flashing from Beyonce. In my opinion, she's above all that. She's Beyonce.The same Beyonce who looked so gorgeous standing on the steps of the U.S. Capital with the first family as she performed the National Anthem. The same Beyonce who four years ago beautifully serenaded Pres. Obama and the first lady as they danced to "At Last" at their first inaugural ball. Beyonce's a wife. She's Blue Ivy's mom. She's the head of a musical empire. She's an icon.