Currently job-seeking and working to catch up on the #52essays2017 project (on which, I am LOL-tastically behind), I remembered this post I wrote on TheRevista back in early 2013 after Beyoncé’s SuperBowl Halftime performance. #StankFaceGate! Inspired by this piece by Lauren Yapalater on BuzzFeed, I posited that the performance stank face should be revered as much as the “beautiful,” “sexy” photos, perhaps even moreso because the stankface shows how much you care.
Writing this was one of the best times I ever had. Researching it was just as fun.
During the past four years I actually had the privilege of being in a band and have my own very special stankface pics. I still maintain that is the juice behind giving the audience a good show. It’s not about how good *you* look, but how much energy you give to make sure the audience is getting their money’s worth, even if it’s a free show. It’s about respecting people’s time – the audience, the rest of your band mates, the venue that gave you the spot in which to perform. A stank face or 12 is a fair trade.
This band, The Raveens, is currently on hiatus, but the memory of the stankface lives on.
I’m starting out with a new band today. We have our first show. It’s 80s covers. But don’t think I won’t bring the stank.
by Ramona Pilar Gonzales
My Facebook stream was all gunked up with Worship-worship goo that morning. Most of the positive comments had the word “fierce” attached or adjacent, either directly referencing her self-appointed, “deceased” alter ego Sasha Fierce. I’m not one who worships at the altar of the almighty Bey. I do think she’s very talented, supremely focused, and her success has as much to do with that as it does having a supportive, entrepreneurial and knowledgeable father manager. But I will concede that the…
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