What is it that causes our society to rush to view a woman like Beyonce falling down from a flight of stairs during a performance?
Beyonce falls, Beyonce exposed, is that the headline that draws attention rather than the latest casualties in Iraq or Afghanistan? Why?
Why do we seem to crave that kind of news? It is like drawings of scorpions waiting to come alive. Beautiful women in competition recognize each other as the foe that might take their wanted crown, understood, but there is a mysterious symptom, that spews out jealousy, when we strain our necks to see a beauty, and to many a woman with a goddess post, fall.
Have you ever fallen down a flight of stairs? Has it been in front of thousands of people? Can you see that happening to you?
Lets just imagine it for a second.
YOU singing before thousands of people, dancing up on stage, performing your routine. You fall, and probably hurt yourself. Do you quickly pick yourself up, designate communications visually to your staff that you are OK? Do you, by barely missing a beat, continue your routine to convey to your audience that it was no big deal, that you are made of steal and quickly rise to your feet?
Beyonce falls, yes indeed she did. Ya know what though? I for one have a newly gained respect for this goddess post of hers. Beyonce exposed, yes oh yes she was. She revealed to us all that despite the mysterious symptoms of many, who would watch because they delighted in her accident rose to the occasion and got right back up. She proved herself to be a true performer in every sense of the word and yet so much more. She continued on. I for one stand and applaud her.
