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Sex and Self-Righteousness at the Superbowl

08 Feb

There is great wisdom in accepting that we are made in the image of a God who created with words. He spoke, things happened. We do that, too. We speak, things happen. We alter mindsets, outcomes, personalities, and people when we open our mouths and let words come out.

If you’re a parent, you know the power your words have over the formation of your child. If I tell my child he is unkind, unworthy, a failure, and ugly then he will believe these things about himself. The words I spoke over him become his truth and he feeds that into the world. But I also have the power to call him creative, strong, kind, gentle, and loyal – and watch as those become the bedrock of his identity and are poured out into the world.

So, when I consider what 118 million people had chanted over them by a beloved American celebrity – I cringe. I fear the outcome of individuals waking up this morning and humming these lyrics as they go about their work. This wasn’t a small concert somewhere. Not something that a tiny portion of the nation did or did not elect to hear. This was performed at the largest sports event in the nation, a part of the fabric of the culture here. Do you know the lyrics of the Beyonce song “Formation” that she performed last night? Here’s a sampling [warning: foul language]:

courtesy HollywoodLife.com

courtesy HollywoodLife.com

Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh yes, you best to believe it

I see it, I want it
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
I dream it, I work hard
I grind ‘til I own it
I twirl all my haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the ceiling low
Sippin’ Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go off
I go hard, I go hard
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
I’m a star, I’m a star
Cause I slay, slay
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
I slay, okay, all day, okay
I slay, okay, I slay okay
We gon’ slay, slay
Gon’ slay, okay
We slay, okay
I slay, okay
I slay, okay
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

Verse 1:

When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good, I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay

Cosmopolitan called this “the most perfect song since the Paleozoic Era…”

This is how we, as women, use incredible gifts like music and television? This is how we better the world? This is how we use the equal voice we have? By singing about sex and what we do to reward a man if he’s good at it? By encouraging people to, Get what’s mine, take what’s mine?

“Whoever hits you on the cheek, offer him the other also; and whoever takes away your coat, do not withhold your shirt from him either. Give to everyone who asks of you, and whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back. Treat others the same way you want them to treat you…”(Mark 6:29-31)

There is no power in selfishness.

No joy in being stingy.

No strength in taking.

No actualization of the mature self is found in demand.

Your best self doesn’t take; it gives.

Thankfully, the halftime show ended with Coldplay’s “Fix You” with slightly adjusted lyrics.

We gonna get it, get it together right now
We gonna get it, get it together somehow

The crowd held up signs that read, “Believe in love.”

“Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking…” (I Cor. 13:4-5)

I wonder if Beyonce read those cards in the crowd? Did she feel a twinge – even a tiny one – that she’d just spewed self-righteous ugliness all over a crowd now encouraging millions to focus on the opposite of her diatribe? Did anyone at CBS pause and wonder if maybe this wasn’t the highest use of their ability to reach millions?

 

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11 Comments

Posted by on February 8, 2016 in Industry Reflections

 

11 responses to “Sex and Self-Righteousness at the Superbowl

  1. Linda Rodante

    February 8, 2016 at 11:42 am

    Thank you once again by being right out there for the Lord. The words, costuming and actions displayed at half time were deplorable. Thank you for reminding us about godliness!

     
    • Rebeca Seitz

      February 9, 2016 at 3:26 pm

      Thanks for taking the time to comment, Linda! I think it’s kinda obvious that I’d rather be a part of the solution than pointing fingers – but, sometimes, in some instances, it feels like I’d be wrong to ignore a really egregious, damaging use of the power of media.

       
      • Linda Rodante

        February 9, 2016 at 5:52 pm

        I’m glad you have a voice–and use it for good.

         
  2. Linda Rodante

    February 8, 2016 at 11:43 am

    Reblogged this on Writing for God, Fighting Human Trafficking and commented:
    “This is how we, as women, use incredible gifts like music and television? This is how we better the world? This is how we use the equal voice we have? By singing about sex and what we do to reward a man if he’s good at it? By encouraging people to, Get what’s mine, take what’s mine?” Rebeca Seitz

     
  3. mimikath

    February 8, 2016 at 12:13 pm

    Sharing this, as it is so true! The only good news is that hopefully most were not able to understand what she was saying. Noone at our house could. Thank you for enlightening us

     
    • Rebeca Seitz

      February 9, 2016 at 3:28 pm

      Thanks for commenting! I have to say, I hesitated a looooooooong time before typing those actual lyrics up, especially at the end. I thought about using asterisks in place of letters so that people would get the general gist. However, the lyrics are what they are and ultimately it seemed better to just let the thing be what it is, out in the open, for all of us to see.

       
  4. Randy Tramp

    February 8, 2016 at 2:52 pm

    Also, beyoncé was dressed as a Black Panther and her unrecognizable words were against police. Bruno Mars has the worst marriage song – a mockery of marriage. “It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.” -“If you wake up, and want to break up, that’s cool.” Jesus help us.
    Great post.

     
    • Rebeca Seitz

      February 9, 2016 at 3:32 pm

      Thanks, Randy! I missed the entire Black Panther stuff until people began discussing it on social media. Duh! As for marriage songs – it’s hard to find new ones that support marriage. I’m a big fan, though, of Andy Grammer’s, “Honey, I’m Good.” (the radio version!)

       
  5. Alan

    February 8, 2016 at 6:26 pm

    Burn your television and any device that is able to connect to the internet. Whining about life not being exactly how you want it will only serve to cause you further mental and emotional trauma.

     
    • Rebeca Seitz

      February 9, 2016 at 3:36 pm

      Hi, Alan. Thanks for your concern. I’m okay. No trauma here or need to remove myself from the ability to connect to the world. I think much good has been done over the history of mankind when we observe, decide what we’ve done isn’t a good use of our time and resources, and change course. That’s the motivation behind my post. We can do better by each other…but that often starts with realizing we’re not doing our best right now.

       
  6. Effie Franks

    February 16, 2016 at 3:17 am

    I had no idea what the lyrics were. How degrading to women. I just knew I didn’t like the spirit that I felt. I don’t think this is what women fought for. Women wanted equal rights but oh so sad to hear and see this.

     

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