Beyonce was amazing in the Super Bowl Halftime Performance you guys.
Like, I can’t stop thinking about it amazing. Like, I’ve watched it five times amazing. Like, I’m listening to her music on Spotify for the rest of the month amazing. Maybe it’s just because I love a good mash up and some athletic dance moves and incredible costume designs. But I also love that performance because now I can’t stop thinking about women, sex, and power.
I’m grateful for the intention my Twitter and Blog friends bring to this discussion. They’re not just spouting opinions about “God’s standards” or even denying the sexualized nature of Bey’s performance. But they’re talking about how they handle their own sexuality, their media consumption, the way they raise their kids, the social structures of patriarchy and misogyny and the male gaze, and a hope and a future for all people. This gets me excited. And it makes me think.
It makes me think about my own power and how I’m learning to embrace rather than suppress it. I grew up in social structure where I had very little power and much obligation. I was conditioned to think that any power I had as a woman, let alone an intelligent or attractive woman, was sinful and selfish. I was trained to believe that power was limited and that if you took some as a woman, you were taking it from a man who deserved it.
Then one time I responded (to myself, probably) “Wait, why is it inherently wrong for me to have power?”
I’m realizing that it’s not that I shouldn’t have power, it’s that I shouldn’t use my power to abuse or manipulate people. I am a woman who doesn’t have Beyonce’s voice, charisma or dance moves, but I have my own power. I’m learning how to love my power and celebrate it well.
Okay, maybe I’m trying Beyonce’s dance moves too.