I love Beyonce and every other booty shaking, baggy jeans wearing, anorexia having, crack cocaine smoking and husband stealing celebrity out there ( that was in no way directed at Gabrielle Union or Alicia Keys). I understand the mystic and enchantment. However, the celeb worship has gotten out of hand. Some people talk like they just got back from attending Kim Kardashian’s bbq pool party. Wouldn’t it make sense to be more concerned with improving on ourselves? Maybe we should work on our own issues rather than taking it out on Angelina Jolie’s 14 African babies.
Does it make sense to be so obsessed with a person who wouldn’t even notice if you dropped dead tomorrow? My point is that we have more control over our own behavior and character than we do over Nicki Minaj’s butt injection levels.