I can't believe it's happened.
I bought the new Madonna CD.
Can you blame me? I'm living in a material world and
I am a material guy.
I know that's no excuse. I'm still trying to come to
terms with the purchase myself, since listening to
Madonna doesn't really win you any manly-man
points.
Here's what happened:
I was watching the MTV music awards when
Madonna performed a medley of songs off her
album. The set consisted of Indian chants over
electronica beats, Lenny Kravitz accompanying on
guitar, and the enchanting voice of the
one-and-only Madonna.
Did I just say that? I didn't realize that I even had
admiration for Madonna. But as I watched her, I was
entranced. 40 years old. Confident. Strong.
Beautiful. I wanted to dance with her.
I don't know if I'm
just getting older or maybe someone is slipping
estrogen into my oatmeal.
Either way, it's getting to be difficult to maintain my
"macho" image.
Sigh.
Anyone want to go shoe shopping?
November 20, nineteen98