Found this website that is adding up all of Bey's album, singles, DVD, ect sales (including Destiny's Child). Not sure how creditable it is, but the sales look pretty accurate.
Has anyone threaded this yet? Cute article posted on NPR about the BeyHive our loyalty to Bey.
How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You: The BeyHive
Quote:
Beyoncé calls her most hardcore fans the "BeyHive." As they clogged and crammed Atlantic Avenue, all trying to get to their Queen, the description never seemed more accurate.
Not everyone at the concert was a woman, and not everyone was bedazzled, but it was pretty remarkable how many of them were. At a Beyoncé concert are swarms, literally swarms, of women. There are some men there too, of course, but the women, and by this I mean every kind of woman you can imagine, they come invincible. They stride four abreast. They henpeck and flirt with the guards. They twerk in front of food kiosks while they wait in line to order snacks. They wear their best outfits — baggy vests and baseball caps, to dresses tight enough to look like bondage. They feel it. A Beyoncé concert is like one epic Beyoncé video. One can't help but get into the fantasy. It is about the community. And even though it was a hot night in the city, inside Barclays the women were being nothing short of congenial. In the elevator going down to another level, I danced with two supersassy Delta sorors to "Blurred Lines" as it played over the loudspeaker. They high-fived me when we exited. In another concourse, I watched a rambunctious group of blonde women in six-inch heels buy shots and eat huge hamburgers under unforgiving stadium lighting, totally not giving a f- - - about their appetites or their table manners because at a Beyoncé concert absolutely none of that matters. If you wanted to evade security and crash a section that was closer to the stage, it was all good.
Has anyone threaded this yet? Cute article posted on NPR about the BeyHive our loyalty to Bey.
How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You: The BeyHive
Did you read the comments? Some heaux said:
"A fluff piece on a pop diva who has lip-synced and continues to promote an unobtainable image of materialism and beauty to impressionable young women. Can't the marketing machine for this brand stop? (Or at least remain on TMZ-"quality" media outlets)?"
I guess singing live hundreds of times (see Mrs. Carter Tour) is overshadowed by one or two measly performances in which the backtrack was louder than her live vocals. I though this album would put to rest all those ridiculous accusations about promoting an unattainable image for young girls.
