In 2009, I was also a reporter for a national daily newspaper. Vanity and vanity male prostitutes like me can only write about fashion and art. We want to be China's New York Times cosmic-level newspapers. The front page is usually the country's political and economic data, and the big figures have visited the country and other news. The vanity and vanity male prostitute like me writes fashion art manuscripts that are not influential to the editorial board. In short, vanity and glitzy male prostitutes like me have nothing to do with the front page.
In October, Beyonce was coming to Beijing for a concert. My editor left me the media ticket. I was very happy because Beyonce was my goddess at the time. At that time, Single Ladies went out of the sky. All the gay guys around me. I recorded that oh uh oh thigh dance with my fat girl.
Before I went to the Wukesong Gymnasium, the editor called me and said, "Take the computer with you and write the manuscript while reading it. The front page will be published tomorrow."
Later, I had the first front page manuscript of my life.
By now I have forgotten what she sang, I only remember Brokenhearted Girl and Single Ladies. The seats are very good. I watched Sister Bee, dressed in white gauze with her thighs exposed, rushing towards me (stage), and the lights hit her, as if she was dressed in moonlight. That night, I racked my brains and wrote the most exciting words I have written in the newspaper: The superstar switched costumes several times, morphing her stage persona from that of a "moonlight goddess" to a beautiful bride, an S&M leather queen , a sexy android, and a human-leopardess hybrid between songs.
Ten years later, Sister Bee got married and had a baby, and released a lot of new songs and albums. I have no impression at all. Seeing that she had released a documentary "Homecoming: A Film By Beyoncé" last month, I immediately decided to take time to watch it.
Since it is a documentary, of course the expectation is a bit different. At the beginning, I was shocked by a familiar "Crazy In Love", and sent a WeChat message to Brother F "Mom, it's so good to watch, you must watch it". As a result, the more you watch it, the more it becomes wrong, although it is a documentary. , But it’s basically just a few clips of concerts. I immediately sent Brother F "I take back what I just said".
Then Bee pretended to be cleverly interspersed with some questions she wanted to discuss between the songs: black music, black culture. But I didn't say it clearly, and there was no in-depth discussion. It just recorded some clips of her rehearsal for this concert, and everyone's dictation. The mental journey, difficulties and sufferings, and the problems of fame and profit that I want to see are all absent.
What's more interesting is that in this documentary, Bee has portrayed herself as a successful model of black women and a cultural hero who chants for racial issues.
But the question is, where is the courage of sister Bee who was born with a golden key to make herself a heroine of such a black culture? Is her fame the way her father arranged it? When teaming up "The Destiny Girl", they stood alone in the C position, and everyone ridiculed that it was a combination of "Beyoncé and her backing singer". Later, gossip such as stealing songs appeared again, which made people feel even more unbelievable. Her discussion of black music in popular music is indeed unbreakable, but she has to attach so many labels to herself, which makes people feel deliberately artificial and tight.
To make matters worse, it is clearly the quality of a concert. It must be named as a documentary and add a subtitle of "A Film By Beyoncé", pretending to discuss racial issues deeply.
It's better to be like Madonna, Kylie Minogue, or Taylor Swift, and simply open the concert DVD directly.
Looking back at this manuscript ten years ago, "morphing her stage persona from that of a "moonlight goddess" to a beautiful bride, an S&M leather queen...", I think this sentence is really beautiful, but at that time The front-page editor of "should roll his eyes and curse silently "what the hell" in his heart.
By the way, I later figured out why this manuscript about sister Bee could be posted to the front page-because the next day is Saturday, the front page of this day, the least important front page.
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