I'm only watching the Super Bowl for ONE reason this year: Bruno Mars. Let me give you some background on that.
Don't get me wrong. I completely respect the Chilis body of work, but there had to have been a more cohesive and suitable act available. How on earth did the NFL come to that weird combination in the first place?
At roughly eighteen songs, The Mrs. Carter Show still manages to feel too short. With the exception of an equally stellar P!nk, all of her other contemporaries should take note. This is how it's done. All hail Queen Bey.
Stock markets plummeted today in reaction to Steve Clifford's ultimatum that he would default on his debts unless the NFL defunded Super Bowl Halftime Pageants.
Beyonce can claim it all: fame, fortune, a doting husband, beautiful daughter and the world at her fingertips. The question is why she would compromise it all by releasing a song like "Bow Down"?
When I sat down to watch Life Is But a Dream, I knew we weren't going to get much. This is Beyoncé, after all. It isn't like she woke up one morning and completely changed from the person who spent a decade denying her romance with her now-husband.
We're encroaching on dangerous territory when it comes to Queen Bey. The singer's legion of fans are dutiful in an almost religious sort of way, praising her every move and advocating a theory of perfection that can be perilous for a superstar's career. That's why it's time to hit the breaks on Beyonce's massive overexposure.
Like most teenagers, I sat down this year with my family to watch the Super Bowl. As the game wore on, and woman after woman strutted across the screen in her underwear, I became disgusted at what I saw.
Most of the criticism was entirely predictable. Rush Limbaugh had warmed up the conservative choir before the Super Bowl.
The denizens of the internet will not be denied. When they act as one, they can be the only heckler truly capable of taking the floor away from the act on stage, whatever that act and whatever that stage may be. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing depends entirely on your point of view.
I am predicting Beyonce will be 2013's woman of the year. Other than beauty and talent, this is a really, really nice girl, a super human being. She works so hard. She always wants to do the right thing. People who interview her come away charmed by her sincerity and her aspirations.
During the halftime show, Beyoncé's wardrobe was armor. When she stepped out into the lion's den of jock culture that is the Super Bowl, she wasn't timid. She stomped her feet and popped her collar, signifying that they'd better watch out.
Generation X, it is time to face the facts: The rest of the world isn't speeding up, you are slowing down. Yelling about it only makes you seem even older than you are. And sometimes a girl who runs the world is just a girl for a new generation.
The national obsession with this three hour on-field battle has long mystified me. I simply don't get it. I care even less about wanting to get it. Thank goodness for the commercials.
With the Super Bowl in full swing, we were all eagerly anticipating the big half-time show! Not only to hear the great singing, but also to see what she would be wearing... I feel fortunate to have known ahead of time that it would be, up and coming designer, Rubin Singer.
Three facts, all interconnected, will prove indisputable on Super Bowl XLVII, aka Beyoncé's largest concert. Beyoncé will break the Internet. Beyoncé will not lip sync. And Beyoncé will deliver the most memorable Super Bowl halftime show we are likely to see in our lifetimes.