That is an important factor in why I like to write: to create a new personal language that speaks to the emotions, confusions and curiosities of my own life and mind.
Two Thursdays ago, I sat in section 340 of Soldier Field. I was there to celebrate the New Queen, the Queen Bey, Beyoncé. Around me were women and men of various ages and races. I sat alone, separated from my friends, but was pulled into a circle of black women around me.
"How long have you all been friends?" I asked.
"Oh, we’re not. We just met," said an early twenty something woman next to me.
We had all found each other and were united in our admiration if the woman before us.
I used to think Beyoncé was just a symbol of control, of perfection. And in some ways, that is still true. But she is also a symbol of possibilities, of the multifaceted possibilities of how I can look and act and be as a woman, a black woman. She is strong and weird, smart and divine. If these things are a matter of control then so be it. She has created a world for herself, one in which she can be herself, one in which she is taking back herself from the world around her.
On December 13, 2013, she released her latest album, a self-titled work that was equally sensual and structured, salacious and sad.
Released with no warning, it was a triumph, a moment of self actualization, a woman defining herself. Bow down, she said. Bow down, I said.
Thank you! That’s so cool and means a lot.
Speaking of The Morning AMp, I was just on this morning. We discussed Lollapalooza, women performers at music festivals, race/class dynamics and race in Hollywood.
Listen to it below: