In reply to Boring Like Hell.

“Beyonce is cliche of everything that has ever been disingenuous about the music business. A soulless Mariah Doll, with plastic doll parts pregnancy, who was plucked off the streets of no where and put on–simply because the outfit was her size. In other words: commerce…created and puppet mastered by money grubbing music husband, executives as a tool to co-opt what is currently popular for fast cash, and pandered to the dingiest of music listeners who are not discerning enough to care.

You have to give the label, the management, the Befraudyonce people, the songwriters, the producers, the directors and the thousand other magicians involved their credit for being savvy enough to outfit this garden-variety debutante with material and promotion to keep her afloat…but let’s be real, there is nothing ‘special’ or ‘unique’ about Beyawnce, herself. She has little talent, no personality, do not write her song other than paying her own Grammys to stay relevant or strong image, nor does she command the stage presence. Anyone could have been cast in the role Beyawnce plays; she just lucked out. For all intents and purposes, Beyonce is akin to a box of fake Rolex made in Taiwan; basically a second grade product with a label (and a ‘sell by’ date) on it.

The bottom line is that Beyonce was not built to last and is very “replaceable.” This is why she does not take breaks, and repetitiously puts out a generic by-the-numbers pop album every year. Being that she has little ‘star power,’. She mingles with the President to make her look important in order to sustain her momentum she has to continually strike while the iron is hot, while employing a multitude of petty ‘stunts’ to get attention (tacky baby, fake her colors,filling her butt with chemicals, referencing her tumultuous relationship with her dad to be in the cover of magazines. The moment she sits down to catch her breath, ten more record label assembled chippies will be thrown into the ring and the last two standing will be the next “Shasha Fierce”

Last year, no more do we need windup doll acts like Fraudywance Knowles getting on camera and posing like an androidian cast-off from America’s Next Top Model, while vapidly bleating over an empty dance track, hanging around longer than the fifteen minutes that is typically allotted for manufactured pop stars such as her. It’s just getting sad now, and the quality is dipping. Gone are the pseudo-interesting songs like “Halo” now she is peddling random, monotonous dead air like “Listen” The girl has run her course; at this point she is on autopilot and is fast becoming the equivalent of a dipping her plane to the sewage of a city Flopville !!!

Rest in peace, hope your earpiece will save your Halftime Superbowl in which the last show you will ever perform before you join Fantasia Barrino and Janet Jackson hall of shame.

Good Bye. :(