Beyonce brought me to silent tears.
Previously, I’ve been critical of Beyonce’s feminist branding. And although, I do believe there are elements of for-profit, corporate marketing predicated on her political pronouncements, I can’t deny that tonight’s VMA performance was one for the feminist ages.
In a matter of minutes, my qualms about Beyonce’s feminism were put to rest.
Why? Because as she #flawlessly entertained before an audience of millions, I did not see a corporate machine…I saw a hardworking wife and mother who sacrificed her sense of privacy to transform a rigidly controlled patriarchal landscape known as the music industry. I saw not just gender equality, but gender equity. I saw a woman in control, with insurmountable power and leverage over her own public image.
I saw a woman, a real woman, inspiring millions of other women to accept their femininity, while imploring men to respect the very essence of the female shape.
I saw a woman embrace her sexuality under her own permission. I saw the necessity for consent; how how if a woman wants and embraces her own sexual spirit, then it’s her choice to do so. I saw sexual expression, not sexualized pandering.
I saw creativity and artistic license. I saw a woman dominate what it means to entertain and define pop culture for the better.
I saw a husband and father support his wife. I saw a father cradling his child that, for nine months, lay nested in her mother’s womb.
I saw a loving family successful due to the sacrifices and efforts of an employed mother.
In 16 minutes, I understood the power of the Beyhive. Why so many millions of women clamor at the force of her empire. Beyonce has a way of tapping in to those dormant strands of hope. That no matter how banal or tiresome the hardships of daily life can be, she’s there to remind you that the female way of being is inherently #flawless.