I’ve always been a Madge-o-phile, through the good times and bad. Sure, Madonna has never been a posterchild for morality, even after her two seconds of maternal do-gooding kicked in. Let he who hath not sinned, right? The woman is intrepid to say the least. And scary as f***, even at 5’4″. She’s got balls to spare and I’ve really not met a song of hers I didn’t like. At minimum, you have to admire her fearlessness and refusal to be anything but herself.
Frankly, I prefer the hardass Madonna myself. Mummy Madonna is a bit unbelievable, despite the fact that she did indeed pop two kids out herself. I imagine there is a tenderness and a maternal fierceness Madonna never shows the rest of the world. I liken her personality to mine in that sense. I’m definitely not the Mommy type, but I am pretty good with my niece and nephew. I’m not gushing and super-nurturing—I’m a bit more of the “big boys don’t cry” ilk, but I’m no Mommy Dearest either. I think.
Anyway, I’m hearing that Hard Candy includes
partnerships/compilations with Pharrell, Timbaland, and Justin Timberlake. How can she possibly go wrong with those guys on board? As good as Confessions on a Dance Floor is, I have no doubt this album will be even better. Madge is back, so-to-speak.
And whether she’s Botoxed, Restylaned, pulled, pinned, whatever—it doesn’t matter. Say what you want. Between the gym, yoga, and the botulinum toxin, she is looking HOT.
I hope like hell I can look half that good when I’m pushing 50. There is no better body on a woman. Still.