Okay, so the Presidential inauguration was going perfectly. Obama was exactly as self-possessed as I expected. Sasha and Malia? Stop. The tailoring on their coats was perfection.
Then, Beyoncé entered, sang the National Anthem, and exited to New Orleans. I would have recommended a stronger wind machine and maybe a different pair of earrings, but my feeling as the song came to an end was a mix of euphoria and Whitney Houston energy. All was well.
Then came the controversy.
I don’t care whether or not the performance was actually lip-synched. What’s troubling me is the fact that everyone from Wolf Blitzer to TMZ is now discussing Beyonce’s merit as if she’s a Britney Spears or Ashlee Simpson.
Psychos, I take inspiration from Beyoncé. I follow Beyoncé on Instagram. I want to be Blue Ivy’s legal gaurdian while her parents are on tour. I know it isn’t Sunday, but please – let us pray that Beyoncé’s response to this whole thing reaffirms her ability to stay perfect throughout a crisis and grants us the wisdom to always keep our shit tight. Amen.