So SICK of this woman. Sorry. The video with her and Amy Schumer and Jack Black. Oh my god. Was that all supposed to be ironic? If so it really did NOT work at all, in fact it seemed like they were all into the pathetic teenage sex talk and stupid truth or dares and that just made me feel pretty sick and sad. Admittedly I am menopausal and generally quite depressed but that really didn't help. I'm about 10 years younger than Madonna and grew up with her. I absolutely do not look at her like GOALZ - am I supposed to be in awe because she's got a face like a balloon and can dress like a teenager, show her tits and talk about licking buttholes with all those gurning middle-aged fools?
It just makes me sad and nostalgic and like she's destroyed some very nice memories, in the same way that it becomes really hard to remember a parent positively when you've had 10 years of losing them to dementia.
I remember how much I WORSHIPPED her in the 80s and early 90s and how cool she was. She understood the age and herself and her audience perfectly. It all just worked brilliantly. So it;s completely tragic to see what she's become, the crappy performances and horrible instas and how obsessed she is with her looks, with being seen as sexual and appealing to men, with having high bouncy breasts and a tight butt and no wrinkles and apparently no idea that it all just looks incredibly weird.
I actually feel quite annoyed and upset, all hormonal no doubt but with some remaining sanity still in there. She can do what she likes of course but I think all these people surrounding her and egging her on are pretty grim. I think I'm going to try to ignore her from now on. (I probably won't succeed.)
I totally get this
I wouldn't say that I was a massive Madonna fan, but she was just "there" as I grew up, (I'm a few years older than you
@Lady_H , and a few years younger than Madge)
I've bought her albums, I've taken them to parties, and to my boyfriends' houses, so that we could make a tape to play in their cars. I saw her live, at Wembley stadium on a hot summer's day, she was a fantastic entertainer, never the world's best dancer, or singer, but she was bloody great. Fearless, sexy, confident, she did scare a lot of people but we loved her for it.
When she recorded "Ray of Light" and spoke of her feelings about becoming a mother, I absolutely got it. My son was born shortly before the song was released, and she just spoke to me, I still listen to that song, and it still speaks to me.
I can remember staying up late to watch the MTV awards, first the brilliant "Express Yourself" routine, then later, her incredible performance of "Vogue", (with the clicky fans!
)
She grew up and matured, as did I. She married Guy Richie and even came to live in my country for a bit (Although she wasn't too impressed with London, apparently saying something like "The trouble with London is that you're never more than 300 yards from a council estate"
)
But of course, she started to believe her own hype. She obtained, by fair means or foul, the usual celebrity gaggle of adopted kids. She started dating MUCH younger guys. The cosmetic surgeons started circling, and she succumbed to their promises of eternal youth. She was never going to grow old and miserable like the rest of us, she was going to carry on being gorgeous and sexy and relevant...
I guess we are still talking about her, so she HAS stayed relevant in one sense. But she's yesterday's news, the kids aren't listening to her, and us oldies are just embarassed on her behalf. I live a stone's throw from the O2, my total travelling expenses to and from there, would be less than a fiver. And I can afford a ticket. But I don't want to see her like that. I'm happy to remember her on that sunny day at Wembley, with her platinum hair and her pointy bra, back when she was a force to be reckoned with.
