It should come as no surprise that two days after her birth, Blue Ivy Carter has a song written for her. (Don’t pretend you don’t know who Blue Ivy is. Anyone with an Internet connection knows, whether they want to or not.)
I’m over it. Beyonce did what thousands of women do each day. I’m glad everyone is healthy and happy, but I don’t want to hear anything more. Which is why when I heard Jay-Z had already recorded a song for her, with Blue Ivy crying at the end, I wanted to hate it. But then I listened to it, and it’s kind of endearing. It was sweet enough to crack my cynical heart.
I’ve heard enough about them, and I loathe having to look at the Suri-esque pictures of a girl wearing clothes that cost enough to feed a starving village, but the song is still sweet.