Like everyone else in the country with excellent taste and a belly full of adult beverages, I very much enjoyed BeyoncÃ©â€™s half-time performance at the Super Bowl on Sunday. I loved her all-woman band, particularly Bibi McGillâ€™s spark-shooting axe. I loved the Destinyâ€™s Child reunion. I loved that my BeyoncÃ© half-time BINGO card included a square for â€œkilling it,â€ which I ticked off within seconds of the showâ€™s start.
And yet, my reaction to her post-halftime announcement of the upcoming â€œMrs. Carter Showâ€ tour was not to cheer her on in a post-feminist choose-your-choice fist-pump, but to huff: â€œCall me when Jay-Z goes on a Mr. Knowles tour.â€