No one would accuse Madonna of being a slouch, resting on her laurels and so on…
She works incessantly, travels the world tour after tour after grueling tour.
But no matter how much Madonna tours, she is still 57, not 25.
Hello memo.
The harder she tries to be chronologically seamless, the farther away she lands.
Racing with the devil is a fool’s errand someone who loves her obviously neglected to mention.
Grills? Seriously?
If my 83-year-old mother wore grills, I’d have her committed.
But for Madonna, it’s an unintended tragic pantomime she can afford to ignore.
Delusion, after all, isn’t against the law.
But even Madonna can’t buy back the bad press.
Sadly, she’s become an embarrassment to the Baby Boom.
Not her accomplishments, not her work ethic, not her contribution to the world of Pop.
But everything else.
If my generation’s greatest fear is maintenance of personal dignity, Madonna is our crucible.
So again, it’s all about money, honey, delusion notwithstanding.