Picture a self-made billionaire from humble origins who plucked themselves from obscurity to become an illustrious, borderline mythical figure in our cultural zeitgeist. Am I talking about Beyoncé Knowles, or Jay Gatsby? Okay, I’m not saying Beyoncé is a twenty-first century Gatsby (Gatsby WISHES), but I am saying I have no idea where one ends and the other begins.
(Just kidding. Beyoncé just invented Coachella and Gatsby is not only fictional but also dead. It’s pretty clear who’s the superior being.)