The Beyhive got their stingers in a twist when their Google alerts went all dingy this week with the vicious claim that Ariana Grande got paid twice as much as their leader Beyonce to headline Coachella. I mean, it makes sense, since Ariana had the best four members of NSYNC in her Coachella show, and Beyonce didn’t even TRY to get O-Town for hers. But because this is not a belated April Fool’s Day prank, and anyone on their meds would know that we are living in real life world and not The Upside Down, of course there is no way in Hell, on God’s Green Earth, or while Beyonce is still living and breathing (and probably into the Afterlife, who are we kidding) that type of wage gap disparity would actually happen to the Queen of the Honey
Reports are now being corrected on The Blast to read that Beyonce got paid the exact same amount as Ariana (and The Weeknd) for their respective Coachella shows, which would be around $8 million, or $4 million per show. There’s also this: Variety confirms that Beyonce just landed a three picture $60 million Netflix deal which includes the Coachella 2018 behind the scenes Homecoming.
To break that down, that’s about $20 million for the recently released doc on top of the $8 million for the two Coachella shows. I’m not sure how much Bey stands to rake in over the accompanying 40-track live album she simultaneously dropped, but yeah, there’s that, too. In other words, don’t cry for Bey, Argentina.
When there are that many zeros attached, does it even matter outside of the mere principal alone of keeping Beyonce on the spiked top of the superstar wage triangle? I’m pretty sure we’ve been Stockholm Syndromed into thinking that there should be no other way. It may not be a consolation to her fans that even though she didn’t make less than Ariana, Bey is momentarily on the same earnings plane as the woman who once licked a donut and used to hump Pete Davidson.
That doesn’t seem quite right to me either, but it’s ok, the Beyhive will set this right. Picture a full on Coachella ban and shut down in 5,4,3,2… I can’t wait to scour Goodwill for some killer Pink Tag deals on perfectly worn in cowboy boots and the electric green bandeau and acid washed denim overall shorts of my dreams.