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The New York Association of Black Journalists is a joke and not to be taken seriously..  Not after what they just did..

Most recently they decided to bestow Beyonce with a journalism  award for the cover story she did for essence on detailing her year long vacation life.

The piece is as follows in the excerpt:

GETTING TO EXHALE

Last spring and summer I attended many different concerts, because for a very long time I had imagined what it was like to be a fan at a great show. I love it all — African rhythms, 1980′s R&B, rock, reggae — and there’s nothing better than experiencing incredible music live. I decided to travel to some music festivals I had only heard or read about: Wireless Hyde Park in London, T in the Park in Scotland, Bonnaroo in Tennessee and Coachella in Palm Springs. I enjoyed awesome performances by diverse artists, including Muse, The Dead Weather, Stevie Wonder and Rage Against the Machine.

Visiting a country without an itinerary was so appealing to me. After a few days in Auckland, New Zealand, for the start of my husband’s tour, I settled in Australia for five weeks. My schedule is usually highly regimented and requires me to be in and out of a city within two days, so it was refreshing to be in one place for weeks. I had no schedule while taking in the sites of Melbourne, Brisbane, Perth and my favorite Aussie city, Sydney. They have the best restaurants and the harbor is awesome. It was a carefree existence for me. Next on my personal world tour was Japan, where it was my idea to go unrecognized as a Harajuku girl — the young Japanese women who dress up like anime characters or in exaggerated gothic costumes — to a couple of Tokyo clubs. In London I met Sade, one of my favorite artists. I’ve loved and admired her for so long. In Russia I found vintage jewelry and saw the ballet Swan Lake. But what is being abroad without enjoying the food? All over Italy the streets smell like gelato. In Paris my nephew Julez and I had escargot for lunch and it was actually tasty (though not as good as a funnel cake at the Houston Rodeo). In Capri I ate pizza and drank red wine every Sunday. I discovered I love artichokes and that a salad and fresh fish are not only healthy choices but incredibly delicious.

I’m drawn to the ocean. Whether it’s jumping from a yacht (those photos drive my mother crazy; she thinks it’s dangerous), swimming, snorkeling in the Red Sea (I’ve never seen fish so breathtaking), or just walking on the sand, the sea has a calming effect on me. Croatia has the most beautiful water — although it’s the saltiest I ever tasted. I floated on my back for close to an hour in the Mediterranean Sea. It was one of the best moments of my life.

BACK TO WORK

As much as I enjoyed my life abroad, I confess I started thinking about my next album more and more. In the end, my year off was more like nine months. But it was enough. I’m grateful I had new experiences to write about and new musical influences to draw upon. My batteries recharged, I slowly started putting ideas on paper.

For many women, I know planning a two-week vacation, let alone a year off, is difficult, even unrealistic. But the very best part of my time off was being at home, where I got to sleep in my own bed. This was a big part of my vacation. Anyone can plan a staycation, just make the decision to take time for yourself and explore. Eat alone at your favorite restaurant or the one you’ve always wanted to try. Go to a day spa instead of getting the quick mani-pedi. Grab a friend and visit the closest winery. I’m grateful for the time I gave myself to breathe, to relax and to be inspired. My personal retreat gave me strength and a creative reawakening. I returned refreshed, renewed and empowered to reevaluate my life and do things that will make a difference. Because let’s face it, girls, we run the world.

To read the essay in full GO HERE.

Now reading the piece you can see it does not touch you, inspire or evoke any emotion in you.  There’s nothing fascinating about the article other then the fact that it’s written by Beyonce.. Clearly they could have found a better person to give an award to… Sometimes politics, BS and propaganda really annoy me..   It’s like the majority of the human race walks around with wool over their eyes, constantly being misguided, mislead and tricked.  It’s to the point that they tend to forget about us intelligent people who will quickly call a spade a spade when we see one..   But this right here is far beyond a spade, that’s far too kind of me, almost complimentary.. This award right here is a duck..

I love Beyonce, but come on son!