Fan Clubs of the Future

Beyoncé. This all started with Beyoncé, really. She was the only reason I had needed to watch Superbowl XLVII last February. And by watch, I of course mean mingling with the ladies about anything other than football while the actual game captivated the men in the room adjacent to us until it was time for Beyoncé to take the stage. I wouldn’t even consider myself a super fan — if there was a test to get into the coveted Beyhive, I’m certain I wouldn’t pass–but I just love to watch Beyoncé be Beyoncé.

The Halftime show was everything. Beyoncé wowed us with amazing visuals, impeccable twerks, and a literal surprise, pop up Destiny’s Child reunion. She managed to cram all of that plus nine songs into 14 minutes because Beyoncé is also maybe God. Immediately following the Superbowl performance, while real football fans everywhere were freaking out over the blackout, the Black Women of America quickly held an emergency meeting in which there was 100% attendance. A motion had been made and the vote was unanimous: we were all going to attend Beyoncé’s next concert tour and she hadn’t even formally announced it yet. It was the shortest recorded conversation between black women ever.