The true scandal behind Obama's Inauguration has emerged, and no, it's not Michelle Obama's eye roll courtesy of John Boehner or Sasha Obama's yawn. Word has it that Beyoncé lip-synced all or part of the national anthem. Holy shit.
Now I'd like to say that people who are upset about this need to get a life. I mean, really, who cares that she lip-synced? I don't. It was still her voice, only pre-recorded. Beyoncé-Gate or whatever we're calling it now seems to be yet another example of how the Internet has transformed us into a bunch of reactionaries, taking to our iPad minis to blast the latest celebrity who shows that she (or he) is just as human as the rest of us.
Perhaps I'm old fashioned, but I wouldn't put lip-syncing high on the list of celebrity snafus I'm going to be pissed off about these days. Let's talk about Charlie Sheen and spousal abuse or Lance and doping. We can even talk about the Real Housewives, though for the most part I may have to pretend that I have no idea what you're talking about because I'm so embarrassed that I watch this crapola. Then you'll get my attention.
And yet, there is still a little part of me that's curious about why Beyoncé lip-synced. She's talented. She's beautiful. She probably has more money than she knows what to do with. Sure, she promotes companies such as Pepsi that are contributing to big issues like childhood obesity; she spends a million bucks on her daughter's nursery; and she strategically flaunts her sexuality in a way that makes the Liz Lemon inside of me feel dirty. But all of that seems to be pretty much the norm in today's celebrity culture, a culture we all had a hand in shaping. With all of her talent, beauty, fame and fortune, though, she was still afraid of messing up at Obama's inauguration, so afraid that she faked it.
Let me tell you what I think she should have done. She should have belted out that sucker, messed up 20 times, and then finished up with tears streaming down her cheeks while we all cheered her on. C’mon Beyoncé, show us you're human and just as flawed as the rest of us. Tell us you have bad hair days and that you prefer not to kiss Jay-Z until you've taken out a really big, ugly, drippy bite guard and brushed your teeth. Because when you finally do, you'll be letting women like me and girls like my daughter know that it's absolutely and perfectly wonderful to be imperfect. Show us we can all hit a wrong note once in a while. I'd take that over a cookie cutter, pitch perfect, Brand Beyoncé performance, any day of the year.