By now everyone’s seen or heard about Madonna doing the mock crucifixion bit on her tour. Personally, I think she should be hanging from a giant dollar sign. Does anyone really care anymore? After a while shock value wears off. This old broad is desperately trying stop the pending irrelevance.
I don’t like her fake English accent. I don’t like the fact that she does things just to be controversial. I don’t like the fact that back in the 80s I let chicks play “Lucky Star” on my car’s tape player just to pacify them long enough for me to get my hands up their dresses.
I remember the issue of Playboy where she was nude and all I could focus on was the thick patches of underarm hair. I don’t like the way she whored herself out for cash with that sex book (and I’m no prude).
Most of all I don’t like the fact that she’s a fucking human corporation.
That is all.
You know, it sucks that I can't blog during the day; but it's satisfying to know that there's someone who can, and uses that opportunity to blog about the things I would be blogging about.
Her and the Stones should do some kind of geriatric national tour, hitting every retirement community from Phoenix to Palm Beach. If she wasn't voluntarily engaging in this kind of crap, I would say that it's sad. Almost.
And what the fuck is up with the leotard? Jesus.
C'mon De, it's not exactly unusual for the elderly to be somewhat out of touch with contemporary fashion sense.
I shudder and have tiny vomits whenever I think of her at the Academy Awards... those blue tights... Huuurrr