Nothing says, “Bring it on, Monday!” quite like a new music video care of one magical Knowles busting a rhythmic move through an empty pharmacy aisle. Am I right?
Of course I’m right.
Now, file what I’m about to say under: Devastatingly Douche Bag Jar-Worthy.
My greatest regret in life is having not been born a sister to Beyoncé and Solange. Don’t get me wrong, though, I love my parents. I really, really do, it’s just, what the ham kind of Kool-Aid do these girls drink? They seemingly retain all the secrets to living life and living it well. Is it in their genetically blessed afros? Their indispensable ability to dance, dance, break it down, dance? Or is it their perfect pitches?
Because, really now, who else could make a dim, empty pharmacy look this…FASHUN?