Genre Exception

I am going to review a song, definitely not literature or even close to fine art, but I heard it on the radio today.

Beyonce Knowles - "Irreplaceable"

"To the left to the left" - Beyonce's honey sweet voicing the catchy intro, inspiring the instinct to dance boppy-like at a stoplight.

She goes on to wail that her man must not know about her, no, he must not know about her. She could have another him in a minute, in a matter of fact, he'll be here in a minute. Baby.

The clutch line:
"Don't ever for a second get to thinkin' that you're irreplaceable."

So powerful, right?
No.

Stunning that empowerment goes under the guise of meaning that people are replaceable, that at a moment's notice, the current flame can get canned with no second thought.

Not only does the replaceable nature of the said dude reflect poor taste and bad judgement on the protagonists part, but the fact that she will have the next prospect lined up and present in a minute is just weak.

Seriously, you can't be alone for a minute? Is that why you settle for replaceable, easy companionship? Is it 'cool' to burn through other humans?

I think of this story about a guy I knew once, who was floating down a river with a huge boulder right smack in the middle of it. Say that boulder represented the shitbag, cheat-tastic kind of guy Beyonce's protagonist just dumped. You could see it coming, if you used your senses. Averting contact seems like the best step. Or, smack right into it, scurry over the other side, and brag about it...

I don't think I needed to announce to the world that this song sucks, it definitely does the job just fine without my sentiment. But just in case anyone was bopping to the beat in the car after a breakup, it might be worth recognizing that this song is degrading and pathetic.