Okay. I know I might make some enemies by saying this, but I’ve been thinking about it a lot over the past week and I am fairly certain that I would rather kiss Solange than Beyonce.
Crazy! I know. Beyonce is the Queen B and all, but her little sister is, well, her little sister.
It might be my lifelong habit of forced deviation from the norm, but I just like her a little more.
I think being an extra inch taller helps – I like that. And her (more commonly seen) natural hair, which is just plain cooler in most every way. Not to mention her more independently minded music. What she lacks in celebrity prowess, she makes up for with likeability and style.
She’s just…more my type?
Alas, like all of my attempts to like the alternative thing, I am not actually ahead of the curve. I think America is starting to realize the star that Solange will be and I suspect that she’ll blow up soon. After all, she already runs with a pretty good crowd.
Once there, she’ll be as unattainable as her big sister and I’ll have to find the next up and coming celebrity to dote on.
Until then, Solange, when will we kiss?