Meanwhile, when it came to the rumors about the state of her marriage, Beyoncé didn’t give an interview or pen some blog post; she took to Instagram to upload pictures with captions like, “My favorite hue is Jay Z Blue.” There are clips as recent as this past weekend of them dancing together onstage and gleefully smiling at each other.
Even this didn’t stop the speculative articles from discussing Beyoncé the divorcee. In one story, a crisis coach was quoted: “She is going to be the most powerful woman in the world, hanging out with Michelle Obama and Oprah Winfrey and Blue Ivy and talking about being a single mom. The goddess suddenly becomes even more relatable to women everywhere.”
To be fair, when you see Beyoncé’s sister re-enacting “Street Fighter” in an elevator with an unwilling participant in Jay Z, there is reason to pause and wonder if there’s a problem in the relationship. Even so, they collectively released a statement back in May that spoke of accountability and reconciliation.
Naturally, this was not enough to appease folks because it didn’t include details about where Solange learned to roundhouse kick, whether or not she made Jay Z bleed, and if so, what might his blood type be?
No matter, given that the aforementioned proves that even when you are largely loved, you are still susceptible to the ugliness of celebrity culture and the people who actively engage in it. Beyoncé probably understood this far sooner than most may give her credit for.
Yet none of this has outweighed the speculation.
It has to be draining to be the sort of celebrities who believe that their business is just that, in an era in which dogma now dictates that the second you attain even a fraction of fame, your right to privacy is immediately outweighed by the public’s insatiable need for celebrity intel. Still, these two deal with it as best they can. It may mostly be tongue in cheek, but they both understand that the truth wouldn’t be enough anyway.