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) …