Tuesday, February 5, 2013

I'm Super Sick and Tired of This Stuff

Now, I am sure that what I am about to write will not make me the most popular girl in the ninth grade but......I can't resist taking advantage of owning a blog, one that allows me to sound off once in a while without having to duck to dodge.

Sunday's Superbowl.  Half Time.  Performance by Beyonce.  Next thing, the inevitable....."Queen of the Universe".  Accolade after accolade.  Sure, her performance was great.  Sure, she works her "boodelicious" rear end off.  Sure, she made a lot of people happy.  But that isn't what this is all about.

If you Google Beyonce, you surely will find that she has made a few very humanitarian gestures.  She and her husband, the brain surgeon also known as Jay-Z, have made millions, I mean MILLIONS and let's face it, every gazillionaire needs a write off or two.  You see what I'm doing here?  I'm acting like I don't believe these people are benevolent benefactors.  Don't really see them as humanitarian one bit.  Might have....were it not for

The two hundred thousand dollar, lavish, princess-themed first birthday party for their blessed little bundle of royal joy named Blue Ivy or Ivy Blue Carter,  the one born at Lenox Hill Hospital in Manhattan.  The little baby and her mother who were SO much more important than any other mother and newborn that the maternity unit was put on lock down and security prevented any other parents from being with their own infants in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, never mind any other part of the hospital.

The ninety five thousand dollars spent on special pink and white roses

The thirty thousand dollar accessories and goody bags for the guests

The eighty thousand dollar diamond-adorned Barbie doll, first birthday present

Well, what am I thinking anyway?  How could parents do less and take the cheap way out when they have already spent four hundred thousand on a gold crib and God-only-knows how much on that solid gold rocking horse?  How could Daddy back down after plunking down a million on a nursery-toy room for the princess at the Barclay Center in Brooklyn so that she can be properly entertained during those times when he has to be ringside to watch his precious Nets play basketball??  What would a year old think?

Hey, listen, I am being too harsh.  The Carter folk just did what every other parent does for their offspring. They wanted Ivy's first birthday to set the tone for the rest of her life according to Jay-Z.  And this is only the beginning.  What will they do when she becomes aware of her life?  How about when she realizes that life is not always kind, that she has missed out on a real life while she was getting prepared for this life?

By the way, Beyonce.....how are things in Ethiopia?  You really don't have to go that far to find real lives, the ones that can't relate to your Princess Party.  Just get on the Staten Island Ferry some day soon.

Good luck to you and to all who don't see what I'm saying here.

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