Posts Tagged ‘Beyoncé’

For the last few months I’ve been working on a “total life overhaul.” It has been one of the happiest times of my life where I’ve just taken some time to really figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

Currently, I’m finishing my Master’s degree in professional and technical writing. All I have left is a three hour class on linguistics and my Master’s thesis: “How to market yourself online as a freelance writer.” Writing my thesis entails logging some serious research time at the library, learning the useful bits about Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and WordPress and a lot of writing time at my kitchen table.

I’ve also had the opportunity to do some freelance work on a tourism guide to Rwanda and I just started a serious book club called 10 x 12 with my good friend, MM. And for the cherry on top, I’m attending the “Woman on a Mission” bible study every Wednesday morning for the next ten weeks. God and I are working out my purpose in life– and let me tell you I am excited about it.

I’ve never loved my life more.

In the months to come, I will be launching my freelance writing business, appropriately named, The Tiger Lilies. Much like this blog that points out contradictions, my freelance writing business will focus on my contradiction as a writer and a person– both technical and creative, “Type-A” and Diva all wrapped into one.

But as my “Type-A,” technical writing personality checks off items on my to-do list, I’ve noticed that my inner Beyoncé is beginning to growl. She began getting antsy when American Idol started, and as we get closer to the top 24, she’s feeling the need to perform. I mean, Ellen will be there!

I’ve always said that the first thing I’d like to do when I get to heaven is to be shown to the dinner table. And after about a decade there with dozens of Community Bakery’s iced sugar cookies and Way out Willie’s fajitas, St. Peter will be showing me to the stage.

Tiger Lily to my inner Beyoncé, she is being so patient.


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Move over Beyoncé, here comes Sasha Fierce.

For those of you that don’t know, I feel in love with Beyoncé Knowles on my Honeymoon, November 2006. (She is second only to my one true love, Elvis, not counting Matt.) Between sitting at the beach, eating ice cream and lounging by the pool, I found some time to watch a video-countdown where I was introduced to the Number #1 Hit Song: “Irreplaceable.” I immediately became a huge Beyoncé fan, bought her album, put “Bootylicious” on my ipod and even rented “Dream Girls.”

Following our introduction, I became an admirer of her coolness. She had style, she kept her private life private, and she dated Jay-Z, who with, coincidentally, I share a birthday. I followed her every move through People and was so excited when those two crazy kids got married! It was a beautiful ceremony where she asked all of the guests to wear white– ultra style points to B.

Then, this past Saturday night, I cozied into bed a a little later than planned, realizing that I was missing Saturday Night Live where Beyoncé would be the guest musician. I only caught her last song performance, but I felt like maybe I was missing something. Maybe in the introduction, she explained why she was wearing a Rockette-swimsuit outfit. Maybe she explained why one of her back-up dancers was painfully white and had no rhythm. Maybe she explained why the “new” song, “Single Ladies. (Put a Ring on It)” sounded just like five of her other songs from the B-Day album with different words. I turned off the set and went to bed, confused and a little worried about her lack of taste and judgement.

(The outfits look just like this, without the hat. To get a better idea, you’ll have to watch the hilarious spoof SNL did of her “Single Ladies” video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TegjiG2mrzI)
But, like all of us who are in love, I let it slip my mind and went on to church the next day without giving it another thought.
Then, Monday morning, I got the text message from my friend, Carrie: “Beyoncé has a new alter ego named Sasha Fierce. Watch out. Just thought since she was your hero, you should know.”
Devastated. Apparently, when I wasn’t paying attention, Beyoncé decided to release the album, “I Am… Sasha Fierce,” which debuts tomorrow. She explained to NBC that Sasha is her alter ego that is more fun, more sensual, more aggressive. How could she go Garth Brooks on me? After I was so loyal? I even paid money to see Dream Girls! Tiger Lily to Beyoncé, or Sasha, or whatever. Right, Irreplaceable.

If she can’t bounce back from this, I might have to find a new super-star to obsess about. Rihanna is dating Chris Brown and she has a poodle. She would be a good rebound.

Ok, so let’s be real. I’m buying Sasha’s album tomorrow. I dedicate this TL to Carrie. Thanks for the heads-up.

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She has a unique beauty, a mysterious and captivating shyness about her and a flair for humanitarian efforts! Forget about Tomb Raider and that weird Billy Bob Blood thing, I think I like Angelina Jolie. I think I like her a lot. She seems so nice, so pretty. Right away I wanted to see the pictures of Shiloh. Recently I’ve even considered a cool tattoo down my back- it’s chic. No, I wouldn’t kiss my brother on the lips, but it’s ok for her. It’s not weird, it’s just a gesture of love, right?

And it was out of this mesmerized fog that I got snapped right back into reality when my cousin dropped this Tiger Lily nomination on me:

From Gina on Angelina Jolie:
“For someone the media is making out to be this glowing maternal goddess and heroic humanitarian, I’d just like to remind them of the bizarre behavior she’s repeatedly shocked us with in her not-so-distant past….drug videos, open confessions of weird sexual encounters, making out with her brother, wearing a vile of her husbands blood to show devotion, etc, etc. Has the public so quickly forgiven and forgotten all of this?

In addition, the way she picks these poor kids up like souvenirs and thrusts them into her odd world is not heroic or maternal, it’s sad and selfish and a little shady. There’s just no telling what kind of psychological trauma they will be sorting through in 10 years. And for someone who insists she’s interested in keeping a low profile, she continues to pull one attention-grabbing stunt after another. Coincidence? I think not. So before she’s nominated as woman-of-the-year, I just felt she deserved to be nominated for a more appropriate award – a tiger lily!”

At first, I was a little defensive. That is some strong language about my girl. After all, Angie’s helping people in New Orleans. But, UN ambassador or not, the facts are the facts. I immediately went to one of the greatest sources of accurate and thorough information, People magazine. Their online magazine has a number of features which have come in very handy for me, as I track Jay-Z and Beyonce’s every move, so naturally, I went there for my information. Here is Jolie’s biography:


After reading her bio, and now out of my transfixed state, there is no doubt in my mind, Angelina Jolie deserves a Tiger Lily. And not because she is so strange and yet so revered, but because she has been able to do what no one else I have ever known has been able to do: She is has overcome her past without totally separating herself from it. I mean, she’s in the public eye and there’s no “fresh start” or “clean slate” for this movie star.

Here’s the thing. In my experience, once labeled a strange-cat, always a strange-cat. Last time I checked, the kid that talked about maggots in the 5th grade and ate his scabs for lunch is still not voted “most popular” at his high school reunion. Instead, they give him “most changed” and then avoid him in the punch line. That’s why, as I watch all of the mania unfold about Angelina Jolie, I am astounded at how quickly people have been able to forgive and forget.

This acceptance of Angelina has me in deep thought about our society’s criteria for forgiveness and redemption. What is it about Angelina? How is it that people are so easily mesmerized by her? Maybe she’s just beautiful and beauty affords great forgiveness in our society. Or maybe it’s just that we like to see Brad happy again. I myself have been taken in by her charms and I just can’t explain why I’m able to look past those Goth years.

As my 10 year high school reunion creeps ever-closer and people sympathize with me when I say I’m not so interested in going, it makes me wonder: How did Angelina escape with only a few cutting scars and few not-so-great tattoos? Looks like we’ll never know. Unless, of course, People decides to enlighten us.

Thanks for the nomination Gina, Tiger Lily #7 to Angelina Jolie. Hmm. #7, a lucky number–maybe this explains the Jolie phenomenon.

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