Former serial jump-off chick-turned-author Karrine Steffans wrote a piece outing herself as the “Becky” in Beyonce’s lemonade as she confesses to once hooking up with Jay Z.
But Steffans’ explanation for why she is the Becky will surprise and perplex you as it did this writer.
A woman is all things.
She is your Becky. She is your Beyoncé.
Over 15 years ago, I had Beyoncé’s husband.
Yes, I was one of Jay Z’s Beckys back in the year 2000 for about three minutes, which is about as long it takes me to satisfy a man in the back of a Maybach while overlooking the beaches of Malibu.
Chauffeured away from the set, down the winding road, and closer to the shoreline, Jay and I feasted on our attraction to one another — rabidly and quickly. After just a few minutes, I lifted my head from his lap, wiped my lips, and knew we’d made a mistake. Over the next few years, I would see Jay again, as I became close with his then business partner Damon Dash. We never mentioned our Malibu melee and acted as if it never happened. My cousin Chuck would be livid.
This was pre-Yoncé, of course, but the fact is that a Becky is a Becky, and I was the Becky for many men, and they were all my salvation and my destitution. They were my reason and my rationale, my life and my death, and eventually, my fame and my infamy.