To Bey...or Not?

Whether or not you think Beyonce's publicity inundation is simply happening to boost her sales, one thing can be agreed on, bitch is fierce.

Her recent spike in ferocity has turned my thinking inward.

My Mom tells me about how when I was younger I would tell her I didn't want her to pick me up, I'd rather wait for my white mommy.  Point blank: that's hella offensive.

I still have issues going to look for nude underwear, make-up that matches my skin tone and I am used to being "the black friend".

I grew up in a...colorless community.  Well, maybe not colorless but certainly not colorful.  I've had issues throughout my life where I go out of my way to not appear like a stereotype.  We are talking to the point where if I was driving with my windows down I wouldn't allow rap to be played.  I've been ecstatic about the general public response to Beyonce for the sheer reason that it makes it acceptable for me to be a black woman.  Why shouldn't I admit to loving N.E.R.D.?  Why does it make me uncomfortable to admit to loving watermelon (let's be honest, everybody does)?  It has bothered me for years that people just can't seem to let me be the hodgepodge person I grew up to be?













But honestly, who hates fried chicken?