Y’all already know how I feel about Jay-Z and Beyonce. I’m not even gonna start in on that part of this convo because I can’t deal with the STANS all up in my inbox, all up in my Twitter mentions, all up in my whole entire life…
Before y’all start throwing around “baby hater” accusations, let me be clear. My issue is not with the little bundle of
money joy they just had. I truly pray for them to be good parents, able to raise their child to be very level-headed, kind and intelligent despite the fame and infamy she was born into. Little Princes Blue Ivy Carter is the Kizzy (see: Roots, uninformed folk in the shadows and under rocks…) of the Black entertainment machine now and that’s pretty awesome, I guess… *shrug*
Where I take the most umbrage is with the STANS.
Shit. There goes my hopes of not being bombarded with STANISM in my interweb world…
Seriously, I just wanna know: WHY does this baby mean SO MUCH to YOU??? I get it… “Beyonce-is-a-great-artist-who-can-do-no-wrong-just-like-her-husband-Jay-Z-so-therefore-anything-connected-to-them-most-especially-their-offspring-is-destined-to-be-our-savior-forever-and-ever-amen-blah-blah-blah…”
Please. Save it.
I have never been, and will never BE, a STAN. I have too much awesomeness going on in my world to be so enthralled with the birth of another negro’s child that isn’t mine or born somewhere within the confines of my illustrious bloodline. Hell, 90% of the STANS have their OWN children they don’t give two sweet and sour fcuks about but will lose their damn minds over someone who knows nothing about them (nor do they CARE) having a baby… Again, what is the logic???
There are far more important things to concern yourself with… But no. BeyJay had a baby. THAT is the all consuming news of the day. But your baby got 3 F’s in school and you still sit that little ninja in front of the TV every night or let them play Playstation until they OD and it’s all good, right??? Got your little girls shakin’ their booties to “Single Ladies” and your son can quote Jay-Z word for friggin WORD but can’t do his homework…
Please. Save it.
And NOW y’all are all up an THROUGH the interwebs with “news” that Jay-Z made a song about his 10-minute-old baby. Whatever. This is the most TRANSPARENT publicity stunt in forever and y’all are eating it thee fcuk up. Go write YOUR baby a song. Then we’ll talk. Where is the song about his son? There isn’t one? Oh. My bad. Poor little Blue Ivy Carter. That therapy bill is gonna be a MESS.
But you know… Carry on with your madness. There is absolutely nothing wrong with connecting with your favorite artists when you are being ENTERTAINED by them. But come on. They had a baby. Good for THEM. Now go sit YOUR ass down with your own damn kids and stop it. Your ignance is most certainly showing.