Uh oh, looks like LGBTQ+ icon Britney Spears has herself a lil’ death wish. Yesterday on Instagram, she poked (nay, stabbed) the Beyhive by suggesting that her fans call her “Queen B.” Oh, hun. You’re Britney, Bitch! The Princess of Pop! The Former Mrs. Federline! Beyoncé is Queen B.
Even though most comments were from angry Beyoncé fans, who obviously flooded that shit with bee emojis and defended their Flawless Queen, some argued that Britney has been referred to as Queen B. And so has Lil’ Kim. Replace Pink with Lil’ Kim in that iconic Pepsi Gladiator commercial, and that’s what we can expect from their upcoming battle for this royal title.
Here’s Brit Brit’s post:
Since Brit will probably delete this shit, it’s an illustration of a bee with a little crown floating over its head. The caption reads: “To all my fans who call me Queen B …. I believe this would be more accurate !!!!” Then she added a winky emoji and a few bee emojis.
But once again, I must return to this timeless quote: “Leave Britney alone!” Do you really think our girl is stupid enough to come for Beyoncé? Wait, don’t answer that. No, I think what’s happening here is either Britney’s making a joke (a la breaking Usain Bolt’s land speed record), or she genuinely isn’t aware that the Beyhive a) calls Beyonce “Queen B”, b) are filled with the wrath of a million murder hornets.
But perhaps her motivation comes down to something even more simple. An hour before she posted about Queen B, she posted a series of photos of herself wearing two necklaces and a yellow… what do you call that top? Puffy sleeved peasant crop top? Well, you be the judge:
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I shot these two weeks ago …. oh, how time flies when you’re having fun !!!!! Today I woke up and I’m so grateful for my beautiful life !!!! Ask yourself today what 3 things are you most grateful for 🌸👑💋🌹👙 ????? PS it’s good to tag the date of your favorite pictures shot 😜 !!!!
I’d be willing to bet money (I don’t have) that Britney reviewed these pics, exclaimed, “Sam, baby! Lookit! I’m yellow like a lil’ bumblebee! Aww!”, and that was that. That bee post was as unavoidable as the sun rising in the East, the ice caps melting, the spinach in my fridge going bad. ‘Twas fate.