I'll confess, the "perfection is her brand" article made me envious. I don't struggle with perfectionism, but I'm easily swept up in the dream that if somehow I can convince everyone else I've got it all together, that will magically translate and become my daily reality. We all know that life never works this way, of course, no matter how many people we employ to push the illusion. But still...it would be nice :)
The video just made me sad. I was struck by the weirdness of this gorgeous, gifted singer...writhing on a loading dock. I guess you could say she was doing it perfectly - her clothes, hair, etc. were fab. (She looked WAY better on her loading dock than most of us would). But she also looked like a hooked fish, gasping for air. I'm not against loading docks as scenes of artistic expression, per se. But this was so bizarre, like she was some sort of product that had been abandoned by the last user and was waiting to be picked up again. I don't think that's her story. And on top of that, it bummed me out that her future husband was right there in the middle of so many scenes for this video, not speaking up or suggesting something a little less...awful.
Ladies, I have it on good authority that we don't have to flail on loading docks in order to be loved.
I'm not really one to rail against the decline of culture. I guess I just wanted to be a voice saying that it's okay to for the rest of us to want something better: To pray for a husband who will want you to keep your lingerie and your hip rolls within the private world you create together, no matter how much they might be worth on the open market. And who will recognize what your REAL talent is (for Beyonce, clearly it's her beauty, her voice, and her ability to seem perfect) and help you trust that that is enough to keep the world's attention...or risk the loss with you if it isn't.