My Weekend Crush

I like Beyoncé. Now, this isn’t a particularly revolutionary statement. It’s far from unique. Clearly, a lot of people like Beyoncé. She is only one of the biggest, hugest, super-duperest stars on the planet. She goes by the one name. She uses that accent over the é. Heck, she has even claimed the entire letter “B.” So what makes Beyoncé more than just another diva? Well, she just seems so nice. And grounded. And not on the verge of mental collapse. Unlike some of today’s other superstars, she has never – to my knowledge* – flashed her lady business around town. This is important. While I understand that sexy clothes are just part of the uniform, Human Anatomy 101 is not. (*OK, fine, but those seem like genuine accidents.)

Also, possibly most refreshing of all, she isn’t the size of a toothpick nor does she aspire to be small enough to fit through a keyhole. Is she fit and slim? Sure. But there’s a reason she can pull off those ridiculous moves – she has muscle. Heck, I even fondly remember her Destiny’s Child days. So whatever she is calling herself these days (Sasha/Ms. Fierce/Miss Knowles if you’re nasty), it seems that of all the things for girls to aspire to today, being strong, successful and sane seems like pretty good things to me. Also sometimes a girl just wants to dance. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. Not to get all Kanye, but that was one pretty damn good video.