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Why We Shouldn’t Care About Beyoncé’s Uterus

Why We Shouldn’t Care About Beyoncé’s Uterus
Why We Shouldn’t Care About Beyoncé’s Uterus

With so many rumors constantly swirling around about Beyoncé, her upcoming HBO documentary, “Life is but a Dream” promises to be a huge hit with her stans, fans, and haters alike.  According to USA Today, this documentary goes into a lot more detail about the usually private entertainer than we ordinarily get to see.  Two of the issues she discusses in the documentary are her miscarriage two years ago and the surrogate rumors going around about her.  According to the USA Today article:

“Most notably: She opens up about her miscarriage two years ago, saying that one week she heard a heartbeat – and the next, nothing. And she talks about how devastating the loss was to her and how she retreated to the studio to deal with it. Read the rest of this entry

B*** Don’t Kill My Vibe

B*** Don’t Kill My Vibe
B*** Don’t Kill My Vibe

Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I’m yelling
Bitch don’t kill my vibe, bitch don’t kill my vibe

~Kendrick Lamar

So here’s the all too common scenario: It’s Friday night. It’s been a long week and you and your friends are going out to this new lounge downtown that you’ve heard so much about. You put on your hottest outfit and head out on the town with your besties, excited about what drunken debauchery the night might bring.

Halfway through the night, that one friend (who everyone told you to leave at home) starts chiming in:

“Ugh… these drinks are so weak”,

“This music is giving me a headache”

“There are no attractive guys here”

“Who picked this place anyway?”

“I should have just stayed home.”

Nothing pleases her. She is having a terrible time and is intent on making sure everyone present not only knows it, but feels it as well.  Even though she’s miserable, she would rather sit around with her arms folded and complain than actually do something about it.

You and your friends try to cheer her up: You order her a shot, try to get her to dance, make silly faces at her.  Whatever you have to do to turn her into the fun-loving version of her you had invited and wished had shown up. But, despite your best efforts, the corners of her mouth refuse to budge. Now there is a palpable tension in the air, and all hope of an epic night out with the besties has turned to a pity party because of your friend Debby D. Downer, Queen of the Buzzkills. Read the rest of this entry