Madonna’s book was large and black, with SEX embossed on the front. The coffee-table book of all coffee-table books was an enigma to me, sort of like Madonna herself. One day she was telling you to “Open Your Heart” and the next she was telling you to open your legs, but whatever her message, people were listening. To Brad, my new gay friend, Madonna’s book was the Holy Grail. To me, a tough biracial girl from a small town in Pennsylvania, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Hadn’t we seen her naked already? But I stood next to him in his freshman dorm room itching for a glimpse; there were rumors of bestiality and naked pictures of Vanilla Ice. Cradling the book on his forearm, Brad opened it to a random page and the words “I like my p**sy. Sometimes I stare at it in the mirror” burned up my retinas. My face got hot and I smoothed a hand over my brittle straightened hair. Keep reading »
Love her or hate her, it’s nearly impossible not to have an opinion about Madonna. Even though she’s an international icon, I think most women would attest to having had an intimate moment with the Material Girl. The first time I laid eyes on Madge was in her “Lucky Star” video on MTV. I was a six-year-old aspiring performer, so naturally, the first thing I did after seeing it was run to the bathroom and attempt to style my hair like hers, with too much hairspray and a floppy, black bow. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only little girl to do so. Most of us remember being influenced in some way by Madonna’s music, attitude or edgy style. But deeper than her multitude of memorable pop culture moments are the ways in which she has influenced us as women. In the new anthology Madonna & Me, nearly 40 female authors write about how their own Madonna moments changed their lives. This book is sure to be a compelling exploration on topics every woman can relate to from sex to spandex. Keep reading »
Hollywood is filled with blondes — both bottled and born — doing their best Marilyn Monroe imitations. Courtney Stodden, teen bride, was just the latest in a long, sordid trail of celebs to break out the pin curls and red lipstick when she did a photo shoot as the star in Hollywood this week. I’m pretty sure Norma Jean is rolling over in her grave. Seriously: stick a fork in this look ’cause it’s done.
“I was really surprised. I didn’t know anything about it. I wasn’t happy about it. I understand it’s punk rock and everything, but to me there was such a feeling of love and good energy, and positivity it seemed negative. It’s such a teenager … irrelevant thing to do…there was such a feeling of love and unity there what was the point? It was just out of place.”
– Madonna finally speaks up about rapper M.I.A. flippin’ the bird during their SuperBowl Half-Time Show performance. So, yeah, I totally agree it was juvenile — or that big of a deal. I must admit, I will never understand why anyone would freak out over a middle finger (or pasty-covered nipple) when they’re watching an event in which dudes pummel each other sometimes to the point of incurring serious injury, in between 30-second advertisements that objectify women. Real love and unity type stuff, you know. (Sasha Frere-Jones delves into the matter quite eloquently in a column for The New Yorker this week that’s worth a read.) [Dlisted]
This year’s Super Bowl halftime show was pretty epic. And the most epic thing about it, besides the marching bands and oiled warriors and light-up bleachers and gymnastics? Madonna’s giant horned tiara crown thingy, of course! We wondered how this dramatic headgear would look superimposed onto iconic paintings, photographs, and movie scenes, so we took some artistic license and used photoshop to find out. Click through to check out the results (spoiler alert: Hannibal Lecter looks awesome in it) …
In case you’re above following these sorts of things, Her Madgesty has been all over the news, the blogs, and the tabloids again lately. There was September’s much-disparaged hydrangeas incident. Critics’ chilly reception to her new movie, “W.E.” The “narcissistic” acceptance speech she gave upon receiving a Golden Globe award for best original song (beating out rival Elton John, who later snarked that she’d better “lip-sync good” at her upcoming Super Bowl performance).
As a devout Madonna fan since age six, as far as I’m concerned, she’s worked hard enough to earn every blip of press she gets. Say what you want about her — and you will — but if there’s one thing M knows how to do, it’s bust her ass to get something she wants. And if the recent onslaught of press is any indication, what she wants right now is to build buzz for her upcoming studio album, “MDNA” (to be released on March 26). What better way to do that than by performing at America’s most center-stage stage of all, the Super Bowl’s halftime show? Here’s why Mads is the perfect pick for such an exclusive gig — which, in classic overachiever form, she’s striving to make “the greatest show on earth.” Keep reading »
Madonna has returned! The Material Girl has laid low for a few years, but the new video for her song “Give Me All Your Luvin’” proves that 30+ years after rising to fame, she still somehow looks, sounds, and even moves like no time has passed. That’s the extent to which I will allow myself to compliment the pop star’s recent musical debut.
I shouldn’t “hate” on someone who was just resurrected from the grave, but after watching the video, I am tempted to believe that Madonna may actually be a zombie trying to turn me by way of music video zombification. I was literally stuck in a trance-like, brain-dead state after exposing my senses to the neuron-murdering chant: “L-U-V Madonna, Y-O-U, you wanna” compounded by the confused high school football-themed visual diarrhea. Keep reading »
“I go home and I wash my face and I put on my sweatpants and I lay down on the bed and I say, ‘oh, please rub my feet,’ and you know, he says, ‘no, you rub my feet.’ So, you know, behind the curtain, I’m just like everybody else. … I didn’t choose to, you know, I didn’t, like, write down on a piece of paper I’m now going to have a relationship with a younger man. That’s just what happened. You see, that’s the romantic in me. I just met someone that I cared for, and this happened to be his age.”
Well, I can’t get behind Madonna being “just like everybody else.” Girl, please, you are an icon. But it’s good to know that Madonna has to sweet talk her boyfriend, Brahim Zaibat, into rubbing her feet just like the rest of us. I have to say it’s cool that she’s not just able to boss him around. Props to her 24-year-old boo for saying, “No, you rub my feet.” Of course, if Madonna told me to rub her feet, I would just shut up and do it. [ONTD]
“By the way, I enjoyed my first marriage. It’s definitely not something I regret. The experience was ultimately very positive. I love the kids that came out of it, and I could see no other route to take. But you move on, don’t you? You’re right, I stepped into a soap opera, and I lived in it for quite a long period of my life. I’ll probably be more eloquent on it 10 years from now. When you end up with a lot of the things you set out to chase and find that you’ve stumbled into all sorts of hollow victories, then you become deeply philosophical. I’m quite happy that that experience was accelerated for me. I’m glad I made money, in other words. And I’m glad I got married.”
– Guy Ritchie counts the blessings that his marriage to Madonna resulted in, namely his children (including biological son Rocco), and, duh, the boatloads of money he got paid when they divorced. As usual, Guy is just being his charmingly honest self. Remember when he said that making love to the Material Girl was like “cuddling a piece of gristle”? Oof. That was mean. [Details]