LEAVE BEYONCE ALONE (until next week)

It is not really big news, but in the minutes/hours/days since the birth of Little Blue Ivy Carter, the world has just lost its mind.  I do not want to be the person who reminds you that many women have given birth with a lot less attention and comfort.  Ask any Chinese woman in a rice field, or any African or Australian woman in the bush, and I am sure they will tell you that all of this fuss for nature’s most splendid event is not all that fierce.  Yet, somehow in our world of celebrity obsession, we clamor for any shred of connection and inclusion.  What we fail to realize in this media cult of celebrity, is that many people really have managed to make it through thus far, not giving two shits and a kitty about the baby, the baby’s parents, etc. 

I admit that as much as I try to say that I don’t care, I really do.  When I say that my life has gone on, it really hasn’t.  I confess that the night of the MTV Video Music Awards when Beyonce showed us that belly and wowed that room, singing probably the only really fierce song on the album, I WAS GLUED.   Of course, there have been so many stories, rumors , and sheer silliness, clearly attached to Ms Blue Ivy’s arrival, but I don’t care.  Beyonce gave birth, and all is right in the world.  That is from my inner 16 year old fan girl.

My catty queen/somewhat of a hater side cannot pretend that I do not enjoy that there has been such brouhaha stemming over the commando style takeover of an entire floor of a hospital.  They took employees’ cell phones, covered security cameras, and they allegedly pushed around a few people who are now complaining that they could not see their babies in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. That is so not good. 

Let’s be real.  There was no way in hell that Mr. and Mrs. Carter could have done this like normal folks, because normal folks would never leave them alone.  I am not defending it, but how much more awful would it have been for those families to have all kinds of paparazzi trying to get in and out, while trying to tend to their young?  Or the floor staff forgetting that they are at their jobs, and not working for TMZ? I worked as a unit clerk for many years in hospitals, and I remember when famous people had darkened our halls, it was not necessarily for such a joyous occasion, and the last thing that they wanted or needed was somebody asking for an autograph or a picture.  SO, now that the child is here, let’s leave them alone and hope that this baby will bring Beyonce and Jay-Z more love than their worldwide combined music sales. 

Before I go, I would like to ask one thing of the Carter family, specifically to Jay-Z.  Will you do us a favor and not release a song, shortly after the birth, telling us ALL about Queen B’s miscarriages as you continue to ask for privacy?  That is as hard to handle as Beyonce selling hair color  while wearing extensions and weaves.    Now go out there and love yourself. Keep Laughing and Stay Fabulous!