I wouldn’t consider myself a die-hard Beyonce fan but two weeks ago I guess I could have fooled a lot of people into thinking otherwise. My husband and I managed to get our hands on tickets to her concert and I willingly allowed myself to get sucked into the renaissance and dance era theme.
Perhaps it was the online excitement that propelled me to become even more consumed, or the fear of missing out, or the desperate desire to escape the constantly depressing news headlines. Once a person who would turn her nose up at people who would be so dedicated and influenced by the style and lives of celebrities, it felt good to be part of a wider crowd with the same interests and sharing in the same joy.
