Beyonce’s kid is a genius. Well, at least that’s what “Bey” told Oprah. “Oprah who?” inquired my eavesdropping 5-year-old. Why is it my son doesn’t hear me call his name 99 times to come brush his teeth, but can repeat my private telephone conversation verbatim? Who is Oprah?! I guess he will never know the joy of watching housewives and gay men cry over getting free s***. This generation is missing out on so much, but at least they have Ke$ha, a glitter throwing drunk. (I dare you to throw glitter on my floor missy.) “She seems like such a nice girl,” said no one ever. Have you ever noticed…