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In Defense of Beyonce...

It's been a minute since I weighed in on current affairs, but as I listen to all the flack Beyonce is getting over her $50 million-dollar endorsement deal with Pepsi, I feel that I must.

To all you naysayers, leave that woman alone! We all know that Pepsi isn't the drink of choice if we want to be healthy. We all know that Beyonce probably isn't kicking them back on a daily basis. And the people who want to drink Pepsi -- or any other kind of soda -- will do it whether or not Beyonce is on the commercials. And let's be real clear -- if they gave you $50 million dollars, you'd shake your groove thing to the music of anything, too.

At the end of the day, obesity isn't something that's thrust upon any of us. It doesn't hunt us down and overtake us while we're not looking. It's the result of active neglect. Contrary to popular belief, there's not one food or drink we can blame for being fat. And if we really want to lose weight, we know that we have to eat healthy foods and exercise. And if we choose not to do that, well, that's our bad.

We can't blame Pepsi for our hips, thighs, and bellies that aren't in shape. That's our fault for sitting on the couch when we KNOW we need to be at the gym. And trying to keep Beyonce from making her money as an entertainer is just another way to shift the blame for individual problems onto society as a whole. And it needs to stop.

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