Because I, too, am not immune to the siren song of pop culture, I sometimes wander into the waters of bigger blogs like Defamer, and then I emerge making stuff like this:
(This is a satire (?) on a recent Gwyneth Paltrow ad campaign, where the blonde Oscar-not-deserver was smeared with Photoshop warpaint, above the words "I Am African." South African, maybe.)
For the record, I do not care for Madonna and never have. Oh, I've had my embarassing musical-theater moments, back as a 14-year-old; but I've disliked Madonna for years, ever since I realized she didn't write her own music, like other, better singer / songwriters. In college, the first other gay men I met gave me plenty of reason to find her distasteful.
"She reinvents herself!" they would mindlessly praise. Patently untrue: Madonna just reaches into what's been burbling in the underground for a while and drags it out into the light, where its original flavor is made bland by the glare of media attention. I hope she stays in England.