In case you live under a rock, Beyonce unveiled her new album, Lemonade, alongside an hour-long HBO special that was basically just a continuous music video for every song on the album on Saturday. Of course, you had to have Tidal to listen to that album (unless you wanted to wait until the day after, when someone had taken the trouble to rip it and upload it in mp3 form), and now, unsurprisingly, the Internet won’t shut up about it, and I’m already over it.
I can’t say I’m over Lemonade as an album — I did get it, listen to it, and I like some of the songs. But to be honest, I’m completely aware of and OK with the fact that it’s not for me. I don’t have to like it, because Beyonce didn’t make that album for me to like. (Note: I’m not saying I don’t like it, just that even if I didn’t, my opinion wouldn’t matter in this case.) Now, if only every other white journalist could take note and stop writing fucking thinkpieces about material that they’ll never fully understand. Sigh.
Anyhoo, more than the music, the Internet seems to be caught up in the fact that the material on the album pretty much confirm (at least in the eyes of dummies) that Jay-Z cheated, presumably with someone Bey refers to as “Becky with the good hair.” Everyone has been losing their minds attempting to figure out who that could be. Is it Rachel Roy? Is it Rita Ora? Does anyone truly fucking care? Has no one thought of the fact that Beyonce knows exactly how to drum up press and anyone caught up in this nonsense is playing right into her hands? Aye carumba.