I'm pretty iffy on Queen B, but watching her self-indulgent performance on MTV tonight, capped off by her husband and toddler daughter proclaiming her the greatest thing since sliced bread so that she could say how blessed she feels, I might be slipping further into the anti-fan territory.
Only an artist as massive as Beyoncé could demand to sing snippets from her entire album on the VMAs...but that doesn't mean she should take advantage of the power.
It was cute when Blue Ivy yelled out “Mommy!” but I'm pretty sure the woman who gave birth to her was barred from entering.
Anyway, it was an interesting show. I liked Ariana Grande and, surprisingly, Taylor Swift. I got tired of Nicki Minaj faster than you could lip-synch...well...anything. The Robin Williams tribute was embarrassing. Miley's Sacheen Littlefeather moment was a bit precious.
Eh. Get off of my lawn.
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